Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Lilac buds! But there are not nearly as many as last year. Lilacs need lots of winter cold and, though we had a stretch of very cold weather in January, it was warmer than usual this year. It was nice to have the warmer temperatures, but there’s a price to pay. The crabapple by the catalpa is in full bloom. The daffodils are lovely. The forsythia is very full this year and very yellow, as well.

Yesterday was a bizarre day. I worked outside in the morning. I was digging up an invasive plant – I swear this entire spring will be spent doing this, it’s endless – and then I came in because my back was aching. Then, in the afternoon, we had a little rain, with thunder rumbling constantly throughout the afternoon. It seemed to come from everywhere. I don’t remember hearing that much thunder over several hours. I liked it.

Today, finally, is sunny. I think I’ll dig up some more of that hawkweed and start to clean up the garden beds. But, I cannot do that work for as many hours as I used to.  I find I have to ‘call it a day’ sooner rather than later. It’s frustrating.

As is my jigsaw puzzle, where I find myself fairly close to finishing. However, I’m caught in the hellscape of the trees and it’s so hard to figure out what goes where. I refuse to give up, though I briefly thought of doing just that yesterday. Cue my scream.

Both Don and I had dreams right before we woke up this morning. They were the fear of/performance type dreams that we often have. Don was in a show where he was wearing a tuxedo but had no pants or underwear on. He was onstage with everything hanging out, if you get my drift. In mine, I was in a musical and was supposed to substitute for the lead actress in an upcoming performance. I knew the song (I think it was “Anything Goes”) but when I was shown a video of the actress performing it, the interpretation and choreography was unlike anything I could ever imagine or think was appropriate, with the actress performing bodily contortions that I knew I would never be able to do. Both of us woke up at about the same time and had a good laugh.

I know that all of us have that kind of dream. Mine are most often theater-based, though I also have university dreams where, for some reason, I have either stopped going to class or never did the assignments/reading and I’m suddenly facing the fact that I’m going to flunk out. The theater dreams are either about not knowing the lines and my attempts to memorized them while I’m standing in the wings, ready to make my entrance, or being late for rehearsal and trying to find my way there through a maze of buildings and roads and obstacles.

I’d love to hear your versions of those dreams.

Time to get ready to do some work outside.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.