Hopeful

The sun is shining today. It's colder than a dead eskimo, but oh my how I love that sunshine!! On sunday, we went to Costco for a stocking up run, and every time we go to Costco, DH insists I get flowers. So I chose pink tulips. And now, with the sunlight in them, don't they look hopeful?


A couple weeks ago, it was snowing a little up at the college and I got attacked by a poem, which sort of fits in today.

Hopeful

The wisteria vine, overhanging the door,
where warm air gusts out with lies of spring,
has begun to sprout into this late wet snow.
Each vinelet is hung with melting drops
like crystal balls holding the world, inverted,
rimmed with light.

And now I am going to throw myself back into book #4 and try to get at least a thousand words written. Happy days, dear hearts!