I wouldn’t have noticed it was “hot” without everyone bringing it up. It’s 85-ish. I had a volunteer meeting tonight on the calendar but woke up to find it abruptly cancelled. This evening, I’ve taken the opportunity to putter around, continue catching up, make salsa and take care of some garden work.
One of the things I love about Spring — when you’ve been living in the same home for a while — is finding those flowers you forgot you planted. For me, gardening is an optimistic and hopeful exercise carried out when the future seems wide open and full of possibility. I like that these flowery reminders bring me back to those moments.