I Wish Every Day Was Wednesday ...
You know, I really love this time of year - even when, like today, it is pouring with rain, the sky is positively gloomy, and you wonder what on earth you are going to do with yourself all day. Some days are still chilly; some days are showery; but other days - like Wednesday - are glorious days. Days where you can get outside in the garden all day in just a T-shirt; the sun shines, warm but not too hot; a slight breeze; the garden glistens and welcomes. Then after a full day of pottering, evening comes with a light rain, but you don't mind too much, because, that too, is welcome. Seeds have been sown; plants re-potted and the garden is bursting into life; the borders are filling out and plans made.
And when I haven't been out in the garden, I have been reading; reading like a demon; three books a week - my goodness, that's a lot of reading, but the need to escape sometimes is overwhelming; and literature is as good a way as any. The two things that make me happiest - gardening and reading, and I have been indulging in both to my hearts content.
"The beautiful spring came, and when nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also" ~ Harriet Ann Jacobs