Rail Trail Run

I wanted to share some images from my run yesterday. I was good—I saved the picture taking until my cool down. These shots are with my phone, though I’m thinking next time I go, I need to take my good camera. Regardless, it was a beautiful day. I would say ‘spring has sprung,’ but today felt more like February than late March.

Hope you enjoy the pictures!

This is going to be a short post for me…I want to watch some more episodes of Homeland before bed. I keep wondering what Sgt. Brody would think if he was faced with Cal Lightman from Lie to Me. Could be interesting… Oh, I am early on in the series, so please don’t spoil anything for me *grins*
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Spring is Almost Here

We’ve had some warm days sprinkled in of late…they have me so anxious for spring. I can’t wait for the blooming flowers and for the bunny rabbits to return. Yes, I’m sure I’m crazy (and do remind me I typed that when my allergies explode), but I love this time of year. The fresh scent in the air, the longer days, the promise of summer’s warmth.

Before I get too sidetracked, I’m going to share a photo and a poem to help herald Spring’s arrival later this week. The poem is Spring, the sweet spring by Thomas Nashe. I found it http://www.poetryfoundation.org. They are a great resource! Be sure to check them out sometime.

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Spring, the sweet spring

BY THOMAS NASHE

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
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The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
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The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
            Spring, the sweet spring!
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Ignore the stars between stanzas, please. WordPress and I were doing battle. The * was the only way I could get the spacing correct. Forgive me, Mr. Nashe.

What Immune System?

I don’t know what is with my body this winter. I’ve managed to catch just about every sickness that has gone around. Well, with the exception of the flu (*knock on wood* I guess there’s still time for that!).

In exasperation, I texted my friend Dawn last night and told her I should just live in a bubble; that will be the only way for me to stay healthy. Being the awesome friend she is, she offered that I could do that if she could roll me around!

Then, my friend Julie had to get in on the bubble action. Here’s her refrain to my new situation…

Roll me around, I just wanna get better.

Roll me around, til I find a better day.

Roll me around, find some method to my madness, there’s gotta be something else coming my way…

So that’s what my life has come to?? It sounds like the start to either a depressing short story or a bad country song…at this point, I’m not sure which. After Julie’s refrain, I’m thinking song is the way to go!

As I type this, I have a box of Kleenex and a trash can within arm’s reach (see what I mean??). I hope and pray that spring is close by—as in right around the immediate, very next corner. Somehow, after checking the extended forecast, I don’t think that’s the case.  Continue reading “What Immune System?”