Spring? Really?

Mother Nature woke up last Friday and appears to have banished Grandfather Frosty!  

We are enjoying sunny days.  It may go up to seventy today!  We are so ready for this.  The ground is still pretty solid so no real digging yet, but a lot of raking is in order.

The crocuses bloomed on Friday, but yesterday, on my birthday, one daffodil bloomed.  I feel like I was given a most special gift

The fish are up from the bottom and swimming around.  They come over to where we are standing, expecting to be fed.  We did lose five fish this year.  We think it was a combination of old age and the ice and snow being too thick so that no light or oxygen got through.  We still have about two dozen plus some babies.  I swear they have all grown, although I don't see how they could.  We're going to but in a small heat ring next winter to keep a small area open.

We will keep the net on until the trees leaf out a bit.  We took it off too early last year and almost became a feeding area for hawks and animals!

Lastly, this is the mug I bought at the NCECA Cup Sale.  I know nothing about the maker, but I think the yellow is a cheerful color.  It's also pleasant to drink from!
 

Here's to a sunny week, with perhaps a little rain!

As always, thanks for stopping by..........*s*

How Did This Happen?

I am now officially calling myself A Woman of a Certain Age, or Une Femme D'une Certaine Age.

Today is my seventieth  birthday!  Boy does it look strange to see that written out.  Birthdays have never bothered me but for some reason this one is pissing me off!  Ridiculous I know.....you mean I'm not immortal?

    

It's raining and just barely 40 F....which in some ways is even stranger than turning 70....(70?!)  Spring seems to have gone into hiding for the time being.  Hey it isn't snowing!

Below is a picture of me at about age four or five.  I know it was Christmas and I know we were living in Michigan, so I'm pretty sure of my dates.

I remember when my grandmother (paternal) was seventy and how she loved telling everyone she was old.  To be fair I think people were more aged then than now, but this was a woman who decided she was too ancient to do anything when she was sixty-five and proceeded to live until she was into her nineties.  So basically she wasted a third of her life.

Not for me!  There's still too much to do and too much to explore.  And lots of pots to make.  And I've hardly done any traveling; hopefully I'll be able to do more of that.  There are still lots more presents to open!

I remember what Maurice Chevalier said when asked how he felt about turning a certain age. "Pretty good, considering the alternative!"

P.S.  I'm looking forward to a week end with Hayne Bayliss,  our Earthworks juror.

This post can also be found at Mud Colony; take a look at the many ways of clay.

As always, thanks for stopping by............*s*