April has been a tough month over here, Gentle reader. I feel as though all those spring showers have not only flooded my yard, but they’ve soaked my soul a bit. Too much distressing news, too much stress, too many emotional days, too little exercise, too many carbs: it’s all combined to made me feel frayed at the edges and flat out sad. In the words of Spock, I freely admit that I have been emotionally compromised.
I’m at the point when I want to shake my fist at the sky and shout (politely, of course) “Time out, please! I call time out!” However, I’m pretty sure that God and the powers that be don’t exactly grant time outs (or do overs, which really would have come in handy last week.)
So I’m doing what I always do when everything gets to be too much: I channel my inner Julie Andrews (we all have one) and start appreciating the numerous, smaller bits of wonderfulness in my life while I wait (slightly impatiently) for the bigger items to get their act together.
Here’s what is helping me survive the blues today:
1. Our peach trees has buds on it for the first time which means there is a good possibility of home grown peaches this year. Those blossoms were the most ridiculously gorgeous shade of pink and they made life feel just a tad bit rosier.
2. Without any watering, weeding, or working our rhubarb plants have sprung into action and have produced pounds and pounds of tangy fruit that is just begging to be put into a dessert of some sort. So I’m getting my Great British Bake Off on and making a few delectable items to eat this week.
3. We inherited some new bedroom furniture this weekend and the budget has enough leeway in it to allow for new linen (from sheets to comforter.) Even better, the husband has agreed that for my birthday next month he will paint the room whatever color I choose. After fifteen years of marriage I will have properly decorated, color coordinated grown up space to sleep in, instead of a hodge-podge of a room that acts as a catch-all for any item without a home.
4. Our asparagus is out of control, in the most delicious way. Today (thanks to the rain last night) all the spears are a good four inches taller than yesterday. So for lunch we’re having bacon wrapped asparagus that was just cut this morning. Bacon makes everything better.
5. My daughter has discovered a few of the authors I loved when I was her age. Trinity’s in love with anything by Mary Downing Hahn (Wait Till Helen Comes scared the pants off me, mostly because no one in their right mind wants Helen to arrive.) My daughter just finished I Know What You Did Last Summer by Lois Duncan and agreed with me that the biggest lesson learned there is if you run over somebody with your car, you need to get out and help them- not drive away dummies. (Seriously, this should be mandatory reading in Drivers Ed. Hit and run accidents would drop by 70%, at least.)
It’s nice that for all the differences between our two generations there are certain things that never change- like good books.
6, My cat, sensing that I’ve got the blues, follows me around the house and whenever I sit down for a bit (even in the bathroom) he lays on my feet and purrs directly onto my toes. It’s highly therapeutic (despite the invasion of my potty time privacy) and makes me feel loved from top to bottom.
7. The blueberry bushes we planted two years ago are still alive, despite the harsh winters they’ve endured. I’m convinced that it is solely because I did my best Daniel Day Lewis in Last of the Mohicans impression last fall when I urged them to “Stay alive! No matter what occurs! Stay alive!” (I loved that movie in my college days and I’m convinced that part of the reason I fell in love with my husband is that not only did he own that movie, he had the soundtrack as well.)
8. The wee birdbath that my mother gave me this weekend is absolutely perfect in my flower garden. All the rain has filled it up and I find it so charming and so lovely that in moments of quiet desperation I just look at it, while taking deep breaths, and the world is suddenly bearable once again.
9. My mother also gave me her spice stand, which enables me to see all my herbs (pronounced with the “h,” of course, to sound more like Martha Stewart) and spices at once, without having to turn anything or knock anything down. It is absurd how happy I get seeing all my seasonings at one glance, but it’s the small delights that make life bearable.
Especially when it seems life is hellbent on making you do the ugly cry.
Gentle Reader, it’s a rainy Monday morning here (and I’m sure elsewhere) and no doubt there are many of you who are a bit down. What little things are making you happy?