“Is there anything sweeter than little girl socks?”

Is there anything cuter than little girl socks with little girl feet in them? We got to see our little sugar bean yesterday at her first visit with the Easter Bunny. There was a mommy and daddy, a granny, three great grandmas and a great grandpa in attendance for such a monumental event. Then we all went out for dinner. It was a beautiful day!

“Spring Snow”

I worked all day again, copying old posts, pasting them into the website blog. I watched the snowfall outside my window on the first day of spring, filling me with a mix of warm memories and melancholy. I wrote an outline for a project I’m working on. I caught up with old friends. Mr. FixIt brought home my favorite salad from Chik-fil-A. We watched the recording of the new season of American Idol. Then I retreated to the back of the house to write my post. It’s our routine now. One we are both comfortable with.

“The Lord is my refuge, my source of Peace.”

I worked again yesterday copying my posts from the Marshmallow Ranch Facebook page over to www.marshmallowranch.com. I feel this sense of urgency to get that finished, especially with the negative press FB has been receiving of late. In the past, diving back into my early writings took me to dark places I really had no business visiting very often. I remember during the first year after becoming a widow, I took TOW-Wanda to southwest Colorado and parked her on my dear friend Sue’s ten acres overlooking Mesa Verde. Sue is my yogi earth mother friend who holds me in her heart from long distances in space and time. We just have this beautiful connection. I remember sitting with her, quietly having tea and watching the abundance of birds at the numerous feeders on her veranda. I was avoiding writing because it was too painful.

“The First Buds of Spring”

I hold my breath all winter for this day! I really, really try to like winter. I’ve tried making friends with it. I’ve tried ignoring it. I’ve tried going to warm places during it. But it’s the lack of light that does me in. I just sink…to varying degrees. Some years I float just under the surface. Other years I sink like a stone. I think this was a stone year but I’m fighting my way back up.

“Giant Hogweed”

Before too long, we’re going to be out and about…hiking, camping, fishing…and there’s something out there you need to be watching for. The Giant Hogweed was introduced to this country in the early 1900’s as an ornamental plant. It is huge with a purple, bristly stalk and a large umbrella of white flowers. And, it has a clear sap that makes skin extremely sensitive to sunlight causing severe second degree burns than can take months to heal. If the sap gets in your eyes it can cause temporary to permanent blindness, so it is nothing to trifle with.

“Copying content to the website.”

It’s not necessarily that I’m a procrastinator so much as it’s being a Gemini. I have to be in the mood to do something or I really don’t do it well. Or I don’t stick to it. The last couple of days, I decided I felt like diving back in and working on copying the Facebook content of Marshmallow Ranch over to the website blog. It is a HUGE undertaking and sometimes it can send me down a rabbit hole. Not this time. I read and corrected any grammar errors and, even though I was terribly tempted on a few of those posts, I left everything as it was. I look at some of the posts and wonder what on EARTH I was thinking! Remember that “bandaid relationship” when I “dated” that guy from my high school class? Not a bad man, really….but certainly not MY man and certainly WAY too early.

“Own Your Experiences”

I don’t know if it’s because every time I turn around, I read about someone I know dying or not, but the last few weeks have been making me dig deep. I hate that people I know are dying…some all too soon. I know…I’ll soon be 65. I’m getting to the age where we lose more of our contemporaries. I get that. Doesn’t make it any easier. What it HAS done is made me work harder. I’m researching more. I networking more. I’m writing more. Still building a foundation…a platform…a community. Of grievers. FOR grievers.

“Scrapbook”

Who kept a scrapbook growing up? My mom had oodles of them. She had page after page of obituaries, memorial cards from funerals, pictures of people she knew who were in the paper, articles of interest to her. She had book after book of pictures she cut out of magazines. There must have been twenty books of postage stamps. Nothing valuable, mind you. And nothing mounted or preserved in the way of a philatelist. These were just stamps she thought were pretty or interesting that she saw on the letters she sorted over the years of working in offices. She would tear the envelope around the stamps and stick them six to a page in those photo albums with the clear plastic that covered whatever you stuck to that sticky paper. You know, the kind you could never remove anything from 50 years later.

“Matching Feather Tattoos”

Ever since Mr. Virgo died, I see birds in unexpected places…bluebirds in particular. They came to me when I sat crying at his grave many times. Once, three bluebirds actually came and sat on the open truck door as I rested my boots on the armrest. It was so comforting to me. People give me feathers. I find beautiful feathers everywhere. If they aren’t actually FROM him, they certainly make me think of him and smile.

“Psalm 107:29 …the waves of the sea were hushed”

I woke up yesterday after a fitful night. I didn’t close my eyes till 3:30 in the morning…ruminating. That’s what my brain does WAY too often. Good reason this time, though. I awoke and the first thought was…this is the day. It’s here. How do I feel?

I felt…ok. Not up, but not down. Just…there.

I did my devotional. I read your kind and supportive comments. And I started my day. Mr. FixIt asked if I wanted to go to town with him, but I told him I really just wanted to stay home. A little self care was in order. I spoke with people yesterday I hadn’t talked to in years. People reached out to me. I got a ton of virtual hugs. And a bunch of real live ones. It was good.