Ah, the sweet spring air! What a lovely day it is outside today! I have been off all day and I've been enjoying myself. We had almost run through a complete box of injection needles for Bright Eyes (who has become diabetic, poor kitty) so I started my day by driving from Columbia out to West Friendship to our vet for more needles (and some more canned diabetic cat food). The drive was a pleasure -- through country and growing suburb/estateland.
The magnolias are just breaking bud and beginning to open their pink blossoms on still-bare branches ... the swamp maples are flowering with the distinctive red haze in the high tree line along the road side copses ... the world is still mostly brown and gray but there are flashes of brighter green on the ground in places (all that gray rain we had the past two weeks is waking up the earth:) ... I saw a pear tree just beginning to bloom (the tiny white flowers remind me of elegant lacework) ... and the robins are cocking their heads to listen for worms in the ground (sure sign that the soil is warming up and life is starting to 'perk'!).
I decided a few weeks ago that I need to go outside more often -- I have always loved the out of doors, beginning with my childhood spent running hog-wild every summer on my grandfather's farm in the deep hollows of western Virginia. One of the unintended side effects of my increasing arthritis is that I have been self-limiting my physical movements and not going out to walk the way I used to do. How much I have missed being outside! After I left the vet's office, I drove to Centennial Park (on the north side of Columbia) and spent an hour.
I ate lunch on the boat house dock -- it is partly cloudy and a bit breezy today. There is a neat visual illusion when the wind blows -- the little wavelets across the water surface of Centennial Lake make you feel as if the boathouse were a ship deck. There is a distinct feeling of motion, even while I am sitting on solid deck that does not move. Can be a bit disorienting. (smile) After lunch, I walked up the pathway to a memorial garden -- the smallish dogwood tree in the center of the area (labeled on the stone marker as Hope Garden, in honor of the people who perished in 9-11) is covered with long pale blue ribbons (they loooked like tyvek plastic-paper). From the distance, I thought it might be a Prayer Tree hung with prayer flags. Obviously, it has been way, way too long since I've been to that park!!
To complete my pleasant outing, I drove down to The Queen's Ink in Savage Mill to shop for bits to make a birthday gift for my niece, Amy. Her birthday is April 15th -- I am going to try to make a small altered book about violets for her. They are her favorite flower. :) I also found a few more small bits to include in the book I'm planning to make about sewing (and the major place sewing has had in my life:).
Home again, I had a great lunch and sat in front of my open bedroom window, in my big comfy white easy chair, to read the book I bought at the Queen's on making personal shrines. In the very back of my mind, I've been contemplating shrine making for some time (beginning with the death of my friend, Karen). I want to make small memory shrines to the family members I have lost over the years. Must be that 'speed bump' birthday coming up this year that makes me so reflective. (grin)