In My Window

Life, for me, it ebbs and flows. I'm up above, then down below.

That which doesn't kill you, will only make you stronger. My Dad used to say that. And, so do thousands of other people. (Personally, I think it's a load of crap.)

While I was racing around like that proverbial farm animal with her head lopped off, something magical was happening in my window. The snows up here, they last forever. In March, the grey palette of a too-long winter exacts a heavy toll.

I am regaining a sunny disposition, though, thanks to the heroic efforts of my pretty flowering friends.