So repeat after me:

Spring has sprung

The grass is riz

Wonder where the flowers is?

I can say that over the last couple of days, it has begun to sound and smell like spring out there.  I stood in the doorway this morning and listened to all of the birds singing while I waited for Sascha to take care of business.  The air even had a freshness to it. I’m so ready for spring!

I look out my front window and the crocus are starting to bloom around the edges of the flower beds.  I have tulips and other flowers about 3 or 4 inches out of the ground and on their way to show glorious flowers.  I planted more bulbs last spring and fall.  I should have quite the riot of color.  That is if a terrible ice storm doesn’t descend upon us and crush my poor flowers. 

My yard continues to grow and expand with flowers and examples of different ways to add color to your house.  I’m hoping that my transplanted peonies do well in their new bed out front.  I have a couple of others to move, including the crimson peony I saved from my mother’s flower beds. 

I planted hedge roses along the west side of the house.  This was to replace some really bad evergreen bushes that were dry and brown.  I have white and lavendar hardy roses that smell heavenly.  That is as long as the deer don’t eat them all. 

It sounds like a struggle here to make sure that my flowers come up and have the chance to bloom their little hearts out.  But it is another example of how life works.  I love my flowers and my flower beds.  Hopefully I can work in them this year. 

Wonder if I can get a small garden with tomatos, asparagus, peppers, and some other choice items put in this year?  And keep the deer out of them.  Another challenge to be taken and hopefully won. 

On another note, Rick turns 18 tomorrow.  At 9:02 AM on March 9, my son took his first breath.  Of course, Rich has his own memories of that ride to the hospital over the bumpy roads.  Maybe I shouldn’t have let him take a shower before we went.  But it worked out and we brought our beautiful son home.  Not too bad for coming into the world 3 and half weeks early.

Raising him has had its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world.  I’ve enjoyed having a son rather than a daughter.  I know I’ll lose him someday when he chooses that one special girl to make his wife.  I just hope she doesn’t mind me too much.  I do promise to try and be a good mother-in-law. 

Well, to my son, Rick, on his birthday.  Another milestone down.  Graduation in 2 months and then on to the work force and college.  I’d say it’s downhill for here, but my ride has been very interesting so far.  I wish you many more birthdays in the future.  Remember, you know have to beat Busia for longevity.  90 might still be young the way she makes it look.

Happy spring everyone!