Enjoying today accompanied by the drips and drops of melting snow from the rooftop, the squeals of my kids slip-sliding down the hill, my dog's tail wagging happily as she watches.
|self: don't forget these good years|
Spring is near. Spring is near.
Soon I'll be ordering mulch for the gardens, and gassing up the tractor for the first cut in April. March is a mad rush to finish inside projects: painting below the chair rail, the upper hall, a master bath, and maybe the bedroom.
Maybe I'll get it all done. Maybe I won't. But I know I'll try.
Recently, a friend questioned, "How will you finish life's race?"
And I know: running, gasping, sweating, panting, pushing, praising, reaching, singing, smiling.
I wouldn't have it any other way.