Last Thursday the apple blossoms bloomed on 3rd Avenue. The same morning the birds were singing about 15 minutes before dawn of day.
This week we finally reach the 50’s during the day with some consistency. The sun-breaks are more frequent and the chill in the air is less so.
After one of the wettest February’s on record, March has continued with a competitive and name-sake spirit. Downpours without notice. That make me reconsider the decided brilliance in adding skylights to our MBR during our remodel this past Fall.
The push to go to validate the monthly gym membership 3-4 days a week seems to be less of a push. In fact, my opposition to even set foot in a gym after work has been challenged with two evening classes in row this week. Albeit they are only 30 minutes so the incentive is there. (Each have kicked my ass properly.)
The inclination to shed the extra 6-8 pounds I have only once ever lost, has resurfaced with a newfound belief in possibility.
So the blossoms, the birds, the extra sun all bring a new energy. Optimism. Hope. Possibility. Happiness.