I Am So Glad It's The Weekend!

So on my way home this afternoon, I had my window open, enjoying the fresh air and the sunshine. I am waiting at a red light , and I am thinking "Wow, listen to those robins chirping". I was so excited. Robins are my favourite harbinger of spring don't-cha know. Then I started laughing and silently called myself an idiot. It was the crossing signal chirping I had been listening to. Dhuh!!!!!! I am so glad it is the weekend. SIGH!!!

MAYBE NEXT SUMMER

Gosh, I cannot believe how fast summer is flying by.  It seems it was just spring and here we are almost at the end of a hot July.  Not that I am complaining. I can always find a spot of shade somewhere in the great outdoors.  The grandbabies have been enjoying the pool with Hubby John.  Neve, who is ten already, is such a big help with Kian who is five and Ronan who is two and a half.   Kian tends to be a bit shy of anything, including the pool.  Ronan is like a bull in a china shop. Plows right in and beware of anything or anyone in his way.  Neve takes both of the boys in hand and works her magic and charm on the two of them.  Hubby John, says he is more of a lifeguard when Neve is around because both boys ignored him and swarm around Neve.  Poor HJ!  LOL!  Between swims HJ and myself ( I watch I rarely swim) have been puttering around the yard doing one project or another but somehow the  "TO DO " list just keeps growing rather than shrinking.  I haven't figured it out yet but I am thinking our brains are coming up with ideas faster than these old bodies can come up with the energy needed to complete the projects.  Ahhh, not to worry though, everything will get done eventually.  If not now than maybe next summer.

Not All Done In Just Yet.

I cannot think of where the summer went to.  Here we are on the first day of September and I don't remember August flying by like it did.  Don't even ask about June or July.  Did they even exist this year?  There is a stinky tree at the end of my deck.  In the spring, when it blooms, it smells like cat pee.  I have no idea where this tree came from.  One spring it just bloomed and voila! I have a stinky tree.  It does give nice cover though, so I put up with the spring smell as it only lasts for a few weeks.  Anyway, my point is that this tree is already filled with reddish colored leaves.  Last week, or at least I thought it was last week,  this tree had green leaves.  When on earth did it change colors?  Even the ivy type plant that climbs the back of the deck has some crimson leaves peeking through. Gee whiz! Can we not have summer for a bit longer? I am not ready for fall yet. Even though I  like fall I would like to think that summer will be here a bit longer and that it's not all done in just yet.

I am a fool for April

The month of March passed very quickly for me and I am sort of glad it is gone. Not that I dislike March. March is a good month really. It heralds the coming of spring, robins returning , snow melting, and winter madness, for most of us, making way for spring fever. March is month that wears many hats. It's a month that will one day be sunny and clear and warm with everyone wearing light jackets and running shoes and the next day those same people are wearing ear-muffs, boots and parka's and digging out three feet of snow that fell overnight.
I find as I get older that I wish for springs' return earlier and earlier. It's not that I hate winter. I don't! I like snow. Winter doesn't bother me at all. Sometimes though, it just seems to last longer every year. And this is one of them!
Out in the country areas you can still find banks of snow and the woods and bush still have a lot of the white stuff accumulated. I am sure that up North, there is more snow still laying on the ground in sheltered areas than what we have down in our southern part of Ontario.
Today it was warm in the sun and there was a heavy wind at times and I thought to myself that March really is over and now that April is here it won't be long for a complete thaw to take hold. Maybe I am just an April fool. But robins were singing and that made me happy for the day. So I want to say a fond farewell to March and a warm welcome to April with a poem by one of my favourite poets. Take time to really read the words slowly and see and hear what Robert Frost is saying. You'll see that he describes March's departure and April's arrival wonderfully.

To the Thawing Wind by: Robert Frost

Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snow-bank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do to-night,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o'er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.