The window had blown out of the shed again with the overnight gale. The horns I’d been spraying gold in there needed rescuing from the garden. The car, the nice shiny car, now covered in sticky petals from the cherry tree. decided that if I was coughing and spluttering, it might as well join in. Nothing major, but it meant a trip to the local motoring centre for supplies and a long run to try and clear the problem. The alternative doesn’t bear thining about…
The short Sunday at work turned into a major debate and took a lot longer than usual. The other son was at the hospital with a granddaughter… nothing serious, but …
At least it was sunny. The racing clouds revealed clear blue skies and the spring flowers are in bloom.
The manuscript for the workshop needed re-checking, polishing and the formatting finishing. The dog wanted to walk and play. And, to cap it all, the weather forecast got it wrong when it said there was no risk of rain.
When it rained, it not only rained, it poured.
The advert I designed for next year’s annual workshop needed tweaking. And then I noticed I had it dated for 2929 instead of 2020. I may be an optimist, but that is pushing it too far, even for me. I redid it… and wrote the title in wrong, being as I was trying to type, field the small dog’s ball and hold conversations by both phone and email at once.
By eight o’clock in the evening, I still hadn’t got round to breakfast…
….and then, just for good measure, it snowed. A lot. One look at the dog, joyously catching snowflakes in the blizzard, was enough to put the cap on my day.
March winds bring a change
Petals and snowflakes mingle
The small dog is delighted
I dream of hibernation