Winds-day

Using my “most powerful hand held blower” I manage to lift leaves and pine needles into a wall of debris, some heading for the woodland border, some fiercely blowing back toward me. Seems like a futile attempt at clean up, but it counts…it’s spring and it’s time to clean up the beds no matter what comes. I am reminded of my last moments with Mom, when I would read to her from the Christopher Robin storybook as we looked out her large pane windows at the outdoors, imagining the Hundred Acre Wood and the community of delightful and mischievous animals just trying to get along and be helpful on a “blustery day.” An avid reader most of her life, who enjoyed historical novels, she settled on Winnie the Pooh and Piglet for her literary pasttime in her last days. So, I’m smiling and thinking of Mom today, a gray start with some snowflakes. I think I will spend time in the greenhouse, out of the weather. Though it’s Tuesday, I wish you all a happy “Winds-day”.