This morning I fed the cat at 4:45 and went back to sleep for nearly 4 hours! I slept until 8:30 – and then stayed in bed until 9:30. It is now 1:30, and it feels like it should be around 9:00 a.m. And actually I wish it was. I don’t like missing half the day laying around in bed!
It was raining when I woke up earlier. Now it is snowing. There are icicles coating everything, so I think my garden is toast. I will just replant. But my lilacs are probably going to have another year when their little buds get frozen before they ever bloom. In the past I have found these weather events devastating, I don’t anymore. It is the cycle of life. I don’t think people are really meant to live a suburban life in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. I should have native aspen trees, and some yucca in my yard. They would thrive. All this other stuff doesn’t belong here and I shouldn’t expect growing them to be easy.
Last night I went to the Palm Sunday vigil mass. It was gorgeous. The Mass began outdoors, in the 70 degree evening, and processed into church. So wonderful. And I am so glad I went last night and didn’t have to stand outside in the rain/snow/sleet, and 30 degrees.
I’m grateful today that I can stay at home. I have so many projects going – sour dough bread rising, sour dough starter replenished and growing. Made yogurt yesterday, divided it into 8 oz. jars this morning to last the week. This morning I made granola, which is just wonderful. I will have a grilled vegetable pizza later, on that wonderful sour dough pizza crust.
The heat’s blasting, the gas fireplace is on, my home is warm and comfortable. Little Niya the kitty is getting more and more comfortable here.