Sunshine on Irises

The alarm went off yesterday morning at 5:30, and while I laid there with 47 lbs of Stripey Goodness on my chest thinking of all that has been going on this week, I heard the weather report of impending cold and rain for the weekend. Ugh. I just wanted to hang out in the yard this weekend, cutting the lawn, sweeping up the cabillions of helicopters (maple tree seeds) on the patio, and planting some of the flowers I bought on Monday.

I quickly made the decision to ditch work for the day, instead having my idea of Mother's Day on Thursday and spending the day out in my yard getting down and dirty with the earth. I loved the spontaneity of the moment and relished the thought of getting some things done around here instead of pushing papers at work. Thank goodness for flexible work schedules!

I love going out in the yard because there are always surprises awaiting me. Sure, there were thousands of weed saplings sprouting up in the back garden because none of my neighbors believe in Weed and Feed, but that didn't bother me. I had the time to putter and the sunshine felt nice on my back while I cursed the sticker weeds.

There were the irises on the side of the house, blooming and enjoying the sunshine with me. I watched the new tadpole sunning his squishy self on the rocks in the shallows of the pond. I busted two snails doing the nasty in the deep end--well, that's what I think they were doing. Maybe they were just eating algae off each other's shells--it was hard to tell. And I figured out why Hobbes loves the neighbors yard so darn much--they've got a catnip plant the size of Manhattan growing in their weeds! They had better not beef about him coming into their yard after I found that bad boy.

See? Surprises. Mother Earth has a way of always surprising me.

Okay, so sometimes there are surprises that come up that aren't so hot, but there weren't any of those yesterday. It was all good. Heck, this whole week has been good--busy, but good.

My gyne referred me to a physical therapist that specializes in pelvic floor dysfunction, believe it or not. And when I talked to this PT, she told me that her whole practice is helping people with the same condition that I have--who knew?! That was a nice surprise, wasn't it?

Good friends of ours may be re-locating nearby -- Good.
My pally's (Wendy) daughter was just announced to be our Drum Major for next year -- Good.
I have 2 new tadpoles and 3 new snails for the pond as of Monday -- Good.
Wendy and I were asked to be a part of the new Education Committee in our school district and were well received -- Good.

It's nice to have a week where good things are happening. We all know that there are plenty where it feels like you are Henny Penny and the sky is falling, but this wasn't one of them. And I don't take that for granted. I'm feeling like one of those irises on the side of the house--smiling while the sun shines on my face for the moment, forgetting about the rain for another day.

Happy Weekend, pallies. May you all have a blessed Mother's Day and spend time with those you love. May you take a moment or two to walk away from the computer to just breathe. Go out and look for surprises in your yard and may they all be good surprises that you find.