Spring

Spring is a season of rebirth. There is something magical about watching the new buds on the trees and hear the birds as they call to each other. The air smells fresh and clean after the rain and you can just about hear the grass growing.

It is a beautiful day here. The wind is a little nippy but when I look around there are definitely signs of spring. I looked up and the tree buds are just about to burst.

My poppies are peeking through the ground in the front and the little tulip shoots grow a little every time I look at them. I thought that maybe some little rodent got at the tulips but I think I just put them in too deep. My daffodils aren't up yet....just the ones that were here from the previous owner. I remember I planted tons of tulips and daffys. Just have to be patient.

I also went and bought myself a bike today. I bought the men's bike because the ladies was a powder blue and had flowers on it. The cute little salesman at the till looked at me and said, "This has only 1 speed." "Yes," I said. "Do I look like someone who needs 21 speeds on her bike?" I love it. The seat is comfy for my bottom (that's the main thing) and I dont have to worry about changing gears. Love it, love, love, love it. Isn't she beautiful??? Even if it is a men's bike it will forever be known as she.