Yeah, it's looking like Spring here. And I have plans today. I'm going to get to all that crap in the garage that needs to be tossed. I'm going to vacuum the old cat's room & hang that "Texas" movie poster in the living room & clean up the mold in the shower.
But first I have to take some pictures. Like of the flowers above, popping up from the earth like they don't know we still have a few weeks to go of cold & rain.
Geo is out mowing the lawn as I write this. He earlier put something I probably disapprove of on the weeds. He is a lawn man. I am a weed woman. I expect this is because he's from Ohio, where lawns are an art form, whereas I am from Northern California where it's like, Weeds are natural, man, & lawns are SO fake & Fisher-Price!
I DID scrub down a couple of door frames with Mrs. Meyers basil-scented counter spray this morning. This is my idea of cleaning: I take a recycled paper towel, spray it with something, & wipe at the dirt until I'm bored.
After I finished wiping down the door frame, I walked outside to check out the sun & discovered a fat toadstool. So I hurried back inside, grabbed my camera & toys & came out to take this photo:
This is one of those toy frogs from some Rainforest cafe, but he looks right at home on a Sonora toadstool. I put my Buddha Cat on the toadstool, too, but he looked washed out, so I tried him on a rock instead:
Then I walked over to the garage & gazed at all the boxes & bags that I need to go through & purge & "donate, dispose & designate." I took a picture of the mess:
Then I said, Screw it, & wandered off to take a picture of a cat. We have eleven cats, so it wasn't hard finding one.
I tried getting a shot of Dusty, but she moved & all I got was her pink nose.
Annie stuck her tongue out at me...
...and Howard ignored me in favor of Buddha Cat. I came inside & made a cup of green tea. My niece brought me three boxes of tea: Chai, some spiced sweet stuff, & green. I am generally pure Red Rose all winter, but am trying new stuff because they say you're supposed to or you'll get old & stodgy & call people under the age of 40 "whippersnappers." The green tea is pretty good.
Of course, I had to sip my tea out on the porch because the sun is shining & the rocking chair was calling & there were hardly any cobwebs on it. And from the porch I noticed a pink flower in the garden, VERY Spring. So I took one last photo:
And then I came in here & loaded the photos & posted them on here as a kind of Ode to Almost Spring. Because I think we all need cheering up a little, plus I never got around to doing a Valentine's post on how much I adore my husband the lawn freak who is probably going to call downstairs & ask me if I want to share a beer with him, out in the sun, because he just worked so hard mowing that lawn.
And I guess I'll share a beer with him & have a little bonding moment before I come back inside & vacuum that bedroom. Really.