Let’s see if I can finish my Wuss-out Wednesday post before my ride to rehearsal gets here. Rehearsal is for Spring Into Murder, the interactive murder mystery dinner theatre at Morning Star Methodist Church in Ilion, NY on Saturday, April 28. I’ll try to get a number for tickets, in case any local readers are interested. In the meantime, I thought I would write about spring.
WHAT SPRING???? you may well ask. I ask it too. My thermostat said it was 41 degrees out this afternoon. I am in desperate need of exercise, so I went for a walk. I love to walk and thought I might be able to write a decent Pedestrian Post about it, but I’m afraid it was a depressing walk. Everything was brown and crappy-looking. We are over half-way through April, for heavens’ sake. Would a few flowers, maybe some green spouts, buds on the trees be too much to ask for? Apparently so. Additionally, I have some things on my mind which I will not bore you with (Freudian typo: I started to put “now bore you with,” which tells me it is boring of me to mention them at all, so sorry).
When I got home, I thought I saw a tiny flash of yellow in my back yard. Was it… could it be… it WAS! A crocus! I rejoiced. Then I got my Tablet and took a picture:
Then I took a better picture:
I went out front, to see if there were any more crocuses. There were not, but I saw some green stuff that might eventually be tulips and lilies of the valley.
As you can also see, I have some yard work to do. There are lots of last year’s leaves still to be raked, and some garbage to be picked up. It isn’t my garbage; it blew there in one of the recent wind storms. At least nobody came along and dropped a house on me.
While I was out front, I took a picture of what the sidewalk plow did to us, and to almost everybody else in the village. I had wanted a “before” picture of that, so when I fix it I can see what a good job I did (or not, let’s be honest).
Look at me, I’m over 400 words! I think that’s fine for a Wuss-out Wednesday! Now I’d better get ready for rehearsal. There is nothing like a little murder to perk things up midway through the week.