Spring

For me, today was the first day of spring.  Our Mexico vacation was wonderful and it is over. The bags are unpacked and the sunburn is peeling.  The tequila I brought back has yet to be opened. It’s almost April, and I plan to celebrate my entire birth month.  If you’d like to celebrate with me, I’m interested.

John is on his way to Texas to root for the Wolverines.  I hope they win and I hope he enjoys San Antonio.  While I don’t share his enthusiasm for team sports, I appreciate it.

I spent an hour or so in the garden this morning, cutting back last year’s blooms and discovering new growth in the sorrel, rhubarb, and strawberries.  I’m sure there are chives, but they are hidden by a huge grass and I’ll need to use a machete to find them. There’s some hope that Johanna and Aloisa will be my garden partners this year, and, once again, I can’t wait to plant!

My Easter memories involve new dresses, baskets full of chocolate, and a church service I found (and probably would still find) largely incomprehensible.  For Loi, it’s a celebration of spring that involves bunnies and eggs.  Spring is worth celebrating.

The primary election is of particular interest this year.  Seventeen years ago, in a previous life,  I recruited Teresa Fedor to run for office.  I am in awe of what she has accomplished and appalled that my local party has failed be even neutral, let alone supportive, of her in this race.  Vote for Teresa Fedor on May 8th!!  We need to support women who work hard for us.

Happy spring!