What a difference a few days makes! Look at these gorgeous blue skies. Since Monday we have had the most amazing spring weather. Today is supposed to be 82. Eighty-two degrees!!! That makes me so happy. Tomorrow is supposed to be just as nice and Saturday a bit cooler but still nice. Sunday things are supposed to change. Back to the 50's and rain but that's okay. We desperately need the rain.
This is the flowering pear tree in the front yard. Finally some blossoms in my yard after looking at all of yours on your blogs :-)
I'm not sure what this is, but it's beautiful. It belongs to our neighbor but is growing into our yard. I love the pink blossoms.
I'll be harvesting some rhubarb this morning. The first picking of the year. Some stalks are 20 inches long. Yummy.
The beginning of Jenny's runner.
This is the progress as of this morning.
And why am I not at the lake you ask? Good question. That's where the clumsy part of the blog title comes in. Last week I was wiping down the table in the slide-out of the trailer. Somehow I managed to hit my head -hit it really hard, on the light fixture above the table. I hit it so hard I gave myself a mild concussion AND whiplash. What an idiot. So the doctor tells me I can't be at the lake alone until the headache, dizziness and nausea have all disappeared. I'm planning to go there tomorrow though. Hubby will be out after work and someone will be around during the day.
So, I'm missing the most beautiful weather so far this spring there, but I'm trying to enjoy it here at home. In the past day or so we've gotten word that Hubby's sister Karen is having a quadruple bypass and valve replacement next Wednesday. I'm supposed to fly there, (Nebraska), on Tuesday to be with Mom and help Karen out after she goes home. But I need to get an okay with the doctor to fly. I just got a phone call about 5 minutes ago that they want to examine my head again today because the nausea should have gone away by now. Oh goody. Can you say clumsy????? What a stupid time to hurt myself.
If you would, could you say a prayer for Karen? She is our baby sister, not yet fifty years old and understandably nervous about all of this. I appreciate it.
I'll let you all know if the doctor decides whether I'm losing my marbles or not. :-)
Enjoy your day my friends and I hope it's as beautiful where you are.