Postcard from Spring Break

Since my last post a week ago I’ve been laying around a lot. (Is it laying around or lying around, or none of the above?) Lying around, literally, on my front porch, eye to eye with this cute little lizard. Look into its eyes. It was waiting for sunshine, too.

Eleven days without sunshine is a shock to North Carolinians. We’re just stunned about it all. The rain is welcome and we did receive about six soaking days of it. Dark clouds, winds whipping our hair into an outrageous ghostly look, and temps fifteen degrees below normal gives us a case of the sleepies and a taste of seasonal affective disorder. Wimps, we are. Coats, sweats, and boots are back out of the closet while our spring-like winter has progressed to a winter-like spring.

A small roadside nursery I enjoy opened last week. I thought of driving by and not stopping in pouring rain. I’m glad I did walk with my umbrella because the Verbena baskets are the best I’ve seen.

My plans for a spring-like break from blogging to be outdoors were busted. I did not weed the gardens or take walks in rain and wind. I did take a few naps, bedded down early every night, and enjoyed some nice chill’in.

Honestly, I missed my blog, my blogroll, and my blogging friends but the fatigue summoned me to log off early in the evenings.

What else am I missing? Can anyone guess?

Two feeders have been waiting in the same locations they served last summer and I couldn’t resist purchasing two new ones. This little flower pot feeder near the pond is just too cute.

For a long time, there was a black hole of hummingbird migration inactivity around Charlotte. I still have not heard of any reports of sightings nearby. Along the coast, they’ve been seen in New England, for goodness sakes!

My hummingbird welcome gift. It's a potted Hibiscus tree and I don't know how to take care of it. This photo is not complete, in my eyes.

So, if the hummingbirds don’t come back after all of my efforts, I’ll be just about blown away with grief, dammit. A failure on my part or a freak of nature? This could happen: Out in the yard one day in mid-May I’ll have an out-of-body experience, lose all self control, curse to the sky, rip the feeders down, and stomp them in sort of a savage way, crying until I laugh. After all, I lost Barn Swallows because I screwed up royally, and I still entertain HOSP, Starlings, Grackles and fat-ass pigeons…I mean, how much can I take?

Somebody put the sun up today! My irritating day job (the cause of my irascible nature lately) is easing on my nerves a bit and I’m trying to pull myself out of this early spring funk. I’m still simplifying my life for a while but I plan to resume my blogging habits sooner than later! I’m working on myself. Thanks for bearing with me.

Sincerely,

The Queen of Attitude.