Daffodils, Miss Piggy...

Mr Bear is asleep up stairs. I mistook feeling a bit better as a sign that I should do yard work. Now the yard is raked but nothing is picked up and I'm exhausted.

More disturbing than anything else is the fact that I got blisters. Not the one or two between the thumb you get at the start of the season but full on soft hand blisters. I'll admit my pride is wounded but I'll chalk a lot of it up to constantly washing my hands and applying lotion at the hospital. You have to wash your hands a lot and they crack (hello infection) from the washing and rubber gloves if you don't keep up with the lotion.

Anyway, I'm quickly becoming the kind of soft handed guy I've always distrusted.

Mr Bear is worse off sick wise than I am, largely because he was so run down to begin with and then tried to travel and work through it. I'm doing my best to be quiet and keep him hydrated and on schedule for his meds. I guess I'll have to start wearing work gloves.

Our first daffodils bloomed. That makes me hugely happy. This is my favorite time in a garden - when the first blooms open and everything else is just green expectation. I'm going to garden again this year. We don't have any real beds here and the yard is a mess. I've missed a garden and have let my fear of "doing it wrong" keep me from it too long.

OK, time for more water and some rest before I finish cleaning up.

Things I Am grateful For
Mr Bear is home and on the mend
The way the dogs circle around him when he falls asleep
Warm sunshine
Having enough
Finally getting the glides for the dinning room chairs
Croutons
Early perennials
Hope
Easter egg shaped sidewalk chalk

Things I Want Today
To be over this bug/virus/whatever
Parrot Tulips