Morning light ...

is my favorite light. Everything starts over with a fresh view, a glow of magic to erase the worries of yesterday. 

The buds are just peeping out on our Japanese Maple tree... it is my favorite color combination, spring green and red,,, perfect decorator colors, shoe colors, purse colors and soft raggy t's.

I am happy to see spring and finally feeling like it is really here, with the promise of consistent yard work soon, my saving grace this time of year, I've been planning, and dreaming up and trying to justify some new plants that I love the look of... but where to put them, and perusing garden magazines at length in the isles of Home Depot. By July I will fizzle out and be tired of the daily weeding and fussing. But for now I will dive in with all my heart and watch things grow, and plant my veggies and love that I can do this, and that I had loving demonstrative women in my life who instilled this in me, and taught me the importance of working the soil and touching nature and nurturing the things that will sustain me, and give me life and fulfillment. Mmmm the wonderful feeling of dirt... soon my friend ... soon.

Mmmmm... spring bugs!

Silly girl Bella. One of the first nice days to hang out in the sun and she eat bugs. What better way to spend the day.

It's here...

sunshine and spring finally feel like they've arrived. Walking down by the river I was gifted by many little treasures... these were a few of them, they brought life back to my soul... a gleeful rebound from the perpetual snow this year.

I love spring and the "Ahhhh' feeling it brings. Where have you walked lately?

Saturday at the Caucus...

I didn't feel so bad to be inside all day with it snowing. Yes it was the 5th of April... the 5th of April... snow. Earlier in the week it had been beautiful and sunny like spring normally is, and I was excitedly looking forward to some yard time, then I remembered I had the caucus to attend. So the snow helped assuage my ego's regret. As an alternate I was happy to stand in just in case a delegate didn't show... I didn't know it would be nine hours of standing in. We had two delegates not show up for our precinct, so I'm glad I could be there to fill in and do my part for Obama, even if my buns regretted ever saying yes. We had twice as many delegates for Obama over Hillary.  A total of 555 delegates showed which was fantastic. Washington State is the leader nation wide for caucus attendance... good for us I say. It is kind of exciting to be a part of the political process... though I had my fill for a while.

People running for upper positions gave their short speeches one by one, same thing over and over again... until one old gal got up and said, " I've been a women for quite some time now... I'm voting for Hillary because I have a vagina!" WOW... what does one say to that... the crowd was silent. You go grandma!

Hours and hours of waiting, knitting, reading, snacking, listening to loud opinions fly about and vaginas boldly flapping their mouths, and in the end we got kicked out of our room because we still weren't finished. We had to stand in the lobby and wait, and wait some more until finally at 6:00 pm, two hours after the declared closing time, with a third of the people still hanging in there, we did our last vote of the day, the electing of the next batch of alternates for the State Caucus... for which I did not volunteer.

All in all It was an enlightening experience, and I now have an appreciation for what the truly dedicated people do in these campaigns. It is a huge undertaking, and a great commitment of time, patience, and passion I think, to be able to put up with it all. I'm glad those people exist because I would fizzle over night. Thank you to those who are so dedicated.