It’s spring. Kind of. Sort of. Should we believe it?
All over, hearts have been aflutter over the seemingly permanent weather change. Common conversational themes have been: flowers, skirts, maltese-walking, and rejoicing. “I am suspicious,” is what I keep saying. “Chicago, you don’t fool me.” However, unconsciously I’ve been feeding the hope that these warm days do stay a long while. I’ve packed away the heaviest of my sweaters, cleaned my closet, become reacquainted with my things… And happily I’ve been making plans for a few new productive endeavors.
Over this next week, I hope to make great use of this:
A whole trash can absolutely stuffed with mail-garbage. How maddening! Really, Discover? Do I really need the same credit card offers twice a week? Look at this!
Still, I’m starting to look at it almost fondly. I have plans for it. Tune in next week to see if I can make a dent in it, to see if I can make something pretty from it! Fingers are crossed.
In other news, another sign of my inner spring green light would be the mini green house I now tend to. It’s a new, shared ambition – to grow Hawaii indoors. The seeds include Kona Coffee Seeds, Papaya seeds, and a random, Korean hybrid hot pepper.
So far, the hot peppers have a head start:
See the fog? The magic working?
What do you think? If they make it past sprouting, will the papayas be trees first?
I must own it, I am happy it is spring. I feel totally twitterpated, in love with everything. Oh, please let it translate into something useful!