I know, I’m a slacker.
I’d love to blame it on the warmer weather, and my being out training for a marathon, or biking to Montreal every week or whatever, or even just being up to my elbows in dirt in the gardens, but sadly no.
Mostly I’ve been running around after the small(ish) furry dictator that’s moved in with us, while trying to keep up with normal springtime startup activities. I am thankful that I had been training myself to wake up at 6 starting a week or so before we adopted him, although I admit freely that if I’d started more than a week prior, that would have been helpful too.
I don’t want this to become an All Puppy Progress All The Time venue, but I do want to document (mostly for my future sleep-deprived self) that he is, despite what I think when my patience is worn down and I’m tired of being bitten and scratched by an exuberant puppy who wants to play, very good. A much better puppy than he might be, infinitely better than Marley.
I want to remember that he used to be small, but even now that he’s bigger, he still has the same happy face, the same velvety muzzle and same warm, slightly drooly, breath when he leans his head on you to cuddle.
His fur is just as a soft, slightly thicker now, and starting to grow in over his tummy.
His ears, his gloriously soft ears, are sadly no longer the floppy triangles they used to be, flapping endearingly as he trotted along, laying flat out behind him when he ran. Now, they’re artfully half-perked, standing alert most times, just the tips flapping a little when he runs.
There’s a lot more (both good and bad), but as I said, I didn’t want to just gush about the puppy in this entry. There are so many exciting things going on in the garden (and some sad ones too, but let’s count our blessings, shall we?) that even though I’ve been super lazy and not taken pictures of any of it, I thought Spring’s arrival was worthy of note too, so many little stories, little details that are making me smile every frosty, sunshiney morning of late.
The Boy’s tulips, brought back for me as a present from Amsterdam, are blooming beautifully. This is especially nice since I planted them last year, then watched them not-grow, and resigned myself mournfully to having somehow killed them in the process of planting. Apparently they just needed a little nap in the soil first, before poking up their slender pink and red heads.
I have a troupe of white and yellow daffodils, inherited from the previous tenants, and one of them is now cheerfully sitting on my kitchen table: the first cut flower of the year.
My greenhouse, birthday present from The Boy, is hosting some very happily-sprouting seedlings (mostly lettuce and radishes at this point, although I have high hopes for the carrots and spinach). Sadly, it’s also hosting a sea of mustard or cress or something similar, and I have no idea where it came from. I didn’t plant it. It wasn’t there last year. Mystery! Also: very difficult to weed out to give my seedlings space!
I got a late start on the bigger veggies (peppers, tomatoes, broccoli) but they’re now in little pots, also in the greenhouse, so hopefully we’ll see some small green sprouts poking out of there soon too.
There’s been more than a few times when I thought about posting, but decided that there wasn’t enough (I know, me not have enough to say; what?) or that I didn’t have time, or similar. Given that I’m trying to do this to paint a picture of what’s going on in my life, however, those excuses are pretty weak.
I mean, even that Australian Island Blog Guy must have had days when he didn’t have much to say (“Pretty rainy today; stepped on a dead jellyfish. Gross.”) but he still toughed it out. Ditto whoever wins the Honeymoon Scouting Blog job. It occurred to me that there is no reason for me not to view my life in the same way. I’m here, living my life, and it is (for me at least) an adventure. No, I’m not being paid by a tourism board to share the details with the world, and no, I’m not tasked with the sole responsibility of Doing Stuff and then writing about it. I do still have a job, after all, and extra-curricular activities.
What if we forgot about that though, and just pretended like I was dropped here, into my life as I know it, and told to enjoy it to the fullest? What if I were asked nicely to write about it from time to time, so people could know what it was like? While I was at it, maybe I could pick up a camera from time to time, jeebus.
It probably makes no difference to anyone else, but I like that mental frame shift. So I’m giving it a shot.