THANKFUL FRIDAY

Today, I pulled a blue egg from the chicken coop. It was perfectly intact and not frozen. I figured that Marguerite, our chicken of the blue eggs, was thinking about laying an egg when she hopped into the garage the other day. I heard her clucking around, hunting for a new place to set down an egg. Last year, she took to leaving eggs in the window well of one of the basement windows. When she was feeling really lazy, she’d just leave them in the middle of the yard. It is an Easter egg hunt year round at this homestead.

These are signs of Spring.

The week has been full of these little hints that Winter is waning. I turned a corner while walking the dog and nearly stepped on a small patch of flowers that had sprouted up on the edge of the sidewalk. Temperatures were just barely warm enough to ride the scooter to work. The green parts of my tulips are poking up out of the ground. These are the things I am grateful for this week. These are the things that have kept me going while fighting with a slide loading robot. By the way. If you are under the delusion that robots are going to take over the world, you should work with the ones I have to work with. Sentient beings they are not. Those signs of Spring have helped me battle the head cold that decided to invade my sinuses this week. I thought of all of those things while I cleaned the wall and floor behind the stove. A new one arrives tomorrow and I want everything ready to go. It was gross, but not as gross as I thought it would be. Actually, this week really threatened to kill me. If it wasn’t for that first scooter ride of the season and the flowers popping up, I probably wouldn’t even have the energy to be grateful for anything today.

So, here’s to signs of good things to come.