Ode to Spring by Lore Cooper

An Ode to Spring

Today as I was running out the kitchen door
I noticed Stella’s fur ball on the floor.
Instead of anger and frustration bring
My thoughts turned to the joy of spring

I don’t have a favorite season. Well, actually, I guess it would be summer but my really, really true favorite is the change of seasons. You can tell it’s spring here by the popcorn trees blooming. Who cares if there’s a little snow on them once in a while! One of the first signs of the weather getting warmer is when we start seeing a lot of broken noses in the office. That means the kids are outside playing again! Another sign is one I heard just 2 days ago…the ice cream man! I love that it’s finally getting warmer. My lawn looks fabulous from all the rain. Stella is shedding her nasty winter coat and looks beautiful! I feel like I’m rambling but I just wanted to share how this changing season is affecting me. Tomorrow is the last day of school for the girls and I’m sure people are disappointed that it’s not summery enough but I think it’s fabulous. Thank you God. Good job!

Oh, I was inspired earlier to write a poem about spring. As I was driving to work the words were flowing through my head like Edgar Allen Poe. It was going to be the next Raven but when I got to work my creativity drained so here are the remnants of my work of art…

My dog is shedding
It’s all over Macayla’s bedding
I’m driving around town with the windows down
Listening to Erasure and Queen making all my worries drown
The wind is blowing through my hair, freshly permed, full of curl
It reminds me of spring when I was a little girl.

Growing up

Yesterday I decided it's time for me to grow up. Which means get out of bed when the alarm clock goes off. Have my clothes clean and dry before I go to bed. Make up and hair done and on time to work. Things like that... So this morning my alarm went off and I hit my snooze button. I laid in bed thinking about how bad I had to go to the bathroom but I didn't want to give up my precious snooze minutes. In the end, the bladder won. Just like it always does. :/ But I didn't go back to bed after that like I normally would. I straightened my room and the bathroom, let Stella out, rotated the laundry. I made sure I was ready to go early enough to be sure to get the trash cans out to the street. And as I was driving away to work (on time) I was filled with pride to see that I was the first one on the street to get the trashcans out! :) Then I realized, trash day is tomorrow.

Sigh....

I'm giving up on the happy missions. Maybe I'll try again in the future. For now, I've just upped the happy pills and that seems to be working too. I love my family so much. As a mother, I think it is common to feel unappreciated. But my birthday just past and my family really made me feel special. I'm a lucky girl :)