Monthly Archives: March 2011

The Promise of Spring

07 Monday Mar 2011

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As I was walking around my yard today, looking for some sign of Spring, I wasn’t expecting much. The yard looks very brown and dead. I had to look very, very carefully for signs of life.

Hydrangea leaves, waiting for warm, spring breezes

I found the promise of Spring, secretly biding its time in my yard. These magnolia buds are so very tiny, and there is still snow on the ground beneath them.

But soon, they will grow larger and larger, until finally the blooms plop out of their buds.

Among the dead leaves, I found green sprouts.

These little, tiny sprouts will lengthen and grow up, taller and taller, until summer comes and their orange brightness fills the yard.

Oh, I excited for Spring to arrive! How about you?

Tomorrow I will be writing some memories of Spring, and I invite you to join me! Write a post about Spring, then come back to Lemon Drop Pie tomorrow and add your post to my linky list!

Wishing you springtime dreams,

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Walking to the Music

04 Friday Mar 2011

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Last week I won this awesome bumper sticker from Mommy Lisa, and I thought I should revise it for my training:

I’ll just slap this on my backside, and I’m good to go! I walked two miles today between rainy spells, singing along to my playlist. Thunder rumbled in the clouds above me just as I was headed for home, so I had good timing. I’m hoping the weather clears up so that I’ll be able to walk tomorrow morning.

Ten years ago, when I was walking in the Avon 3-Day Walk, I had trained in cool weather. The weekend of the walk was the first hot weather we had, and we just weren’t used to it. During the end of an exhausting second day, I remember walking along a bike path, alone. This song ran through my head as my feet pounded the ground:

I barely knew the words, but the words I did know were “I’m a survivor.” Those words played over and over in my head, keeping me going. I felt empowered. I was beating breast cancer. I was going to finish walking those twenty-some miles, no matter what. And I did.

Watching this video made me laugh. It’s so campy! But the strong words are still there; words to keep me going ten years later:

After of all of the darkness and sadness,
Soon comes happiness.

(No bumper stickers were harmed in the writing of this blog post, thanks to Photoshop Elements.)
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