my morning

Proof that the sun does shine in Seattle in March.

My first Skunk Cabbage sighting in several years.

Little river on the edge of the Aboretum.

In real life, this tree looked like it was blossoming taper candles--in the photo, not so much.

Autumn is my season; I mistrust Spring with all its showiness and flightiness.  Its sneeze-inducing smells and its precursing the dreaded heat of Summer.  However, the Arboretum felt as though it deserved some photographic poses this morning.  The camellias are beautiful right now and you can just see the tips of the tulip tree blossoms.

Whimsical gate at the garden center.

more blossomy things

It's not April yet, but leaves are unfurling ala Teasdale.

Home in time to see drama swirling over Rainier.

Hefty snackage was needed after all that hiking.

bits of happiness

Morning Proclamation from HRH.

Remember the marshmallows from last week?  They were actually created for this brownie recipe.  Um-hm!

Such richness!  To be able to check out all these books and movies for free....and please don't natter on about municipal bonds and tax levy blah-blah.  I love my public libraries.

expanded dimensions...

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“Just as soil can be prepped in anticipation of a beautiful garden, consciousness transformation can be nurtured and cultivated. By fostering curiosity, creativity, and introspection in your life, you can open yourself to expanded dimensions of your being.”

~Marilyn Mandala Schlitz, Ph.D., author of Living Deeply: The Art and Science of Transformation in Everyday Life

 

A delicious new grapefruit-scented soap made the day a delight.

And a reminder to spring forward tonight....I'm looking forward to watching all the befuddled wander into church at strange times.

are you ready for poetry month???

(it's only 20 days away....)

The Loneliest Job in the World

by Tony Hoagland

As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me?,

you are completely screwed, because

the next question is How Much?,

and then it is hundreds of hours later,

and you are still hunched over

your flowcharts and abacus,

trying to decide if you have gotten enough.

This is the loneliest job in the world

to be an accountant of the heart.

It is late at night. You are by yourself,

and all around you, you can hear

the sounds of people moving

in and out of love,

pushing the turnstiles, putting

their coins in the slots,

paying the price which is asked,

which constantly changes.

No one knows why.

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Although it's spitting snow, I have daffodils and lovely spring asparagus to brighten my counter.

Also got some beautiful local shrooms from Pike's Market.

Today's cent is actually corroded; I was a little leery of picking it up with my bare fingers, but so far, my skin is still okay.

blecchhhhhhh

This is me, trying to keep from screaming from the umpteen meetings in which I was stuck today.  Although, this is supposed to be about finding the minute blessings in each day.....so the two from today:  my boss treated me to an impromptu dim sum lunch and my proposal for a bell table project was passed by the endowment committee.

artful day

My view this morning.  Grandma Dunston always had a prism hanging in her dining room window, so when I was in Prague (crystal capitol of possibly the world), I got my own prism and this morning, the slant of light was such that this was dancing around my ceiling.

Began the work day by hanging an original drawing of Fred the Fish in my office.  Ms. Aubrey drew it yesterday while her mother and I chatted.  Taught an inspiring and fun lesson, she says modestly and then walked to the Central Library to enjoy a free concert of the Medieval Women's Choir.  I didn't realize that the conductor was the same woman who did the orchestration a good decade ago when I did Ordo Virtutum at Saint Mark's. 

Gorgeous concert and a penny found on the way homewards.