Another Cold Spell

It really seemed like we were done with winter. I sure am. But good old Mother Nature had other plans. So our last few days have been less than inspiring, leading me to find solace in the few standouts of the garden that are in full, glorious bloom. That means mostly yellow sharpness contrasting with the deepening gray gloom. When I do go outside for a few minutes and weather the very cold breeze on these cloudy days, the massive yellow blossoms seem to start my engine buzzing out of its doldrums. But I still remain mostly inside the house, near a fan heater or the blazing wood stove. I do not enjoy being chilled to the bone. Although I am brave when I have to be, I’m just another chicken inside the House of Cluck-Cluck, when I don’t have to be.

Supposedly, I was meant to de-clutter my bedroom today and go through my dresser drawers for the umpteenth time. I told the old boy I’d be amassing lots of very tired old clothing due to be donated to people that need these things a lot more than me. But somehow I’ve only managed to make a fabulous spaghetti sauce and catch up with emails and correspondence and none of that is obviously done outside under a bush. Nope. I didn’t organize or reorganize my messes in my room (that I make continuously just by being me), but on a sunny day I could manage quite well in a couple of hours. Nope. I’m in my passive state today lulled by the intermittent heat coming onto my blanket-clad-body as I sit in a comfy chair with my feet up and a view to admire from the comfort of a warmish room.

But I will show you some lovely images I snapped on my suitable days for taking photos of wonderment I happen to come across in my travels.

I guess everybody needs a lazy day once in a while, and I’m enjoying mine to the fullest today. Oh well. All that drudgery will be waiting for me some other time. Lucky me.