Moving On

Well, yeah, I'm feeling better, more or less. But what a week. I dropped off the face of blogland for a bit. Priorities, priorities. I couldn't even muster up a wordless wednesday yesterday. I have fallen so far behind in reading and commenting that I'm not even going to try to catch up. I'm starting up fresh today with some advice from an old friend. Talking to her yesterday, griping about this and that, she quite simply told me to compost life's crap. So my new mantra is Compost ! Compost ! Compost ! I love the imagery around it, the symbolism of putting in what is old, past it's date, giving it some time and turning out new, rich material for everything to feed on.

Everyone in the U.S. mid-Atlantic will want to smack me upside the head with their shovels but I'm going to shout from the rooftops that it has been a tolerable February so far. We haven't had a storm in over a month and we've seen plenty of the sun. By midday I'm even seeing melt.

And bits of grass. I love how the snow melts around objects first, ringing them.

And since the sun was out early this morning I couldn't help but involve the Queen of Arts in my capers, I grabbed one of her rocks and set out for the waterfront, deciding to leave a little inspiration behind. I may have needed this message more than anyone today.

I'll be the first to admit this movie is like watching paint dry but listen to the crackling at the very beginning. It's the sound of the ice breaking up and floating away. The idea that the worst is over, that spring is not far off made me want to cry with joy.