Where has the time gone?

Writing is a luxury that has not been afforded to me as of late. Seems like life is so busy with details and duties-cooking and cleaning, ad nauseam, laundry up the wazoo, bills to juggle, children to feed, doctor appointments, exercise, nebulizers...blah,blah,blah.

I used to be a firm believer in the saying that goes something like "we all have time for what we really want." Now I am not so sure. I feel swamped all of the time with too much to do and not enough time to do it. Or maybe I just don't know what I really want. Time will tell.

Seasons of life

The weather is getting cold. Again. Snow flurries in April, so much for global warming, this seems like the winter that will never end. We recently had a small reprieve from the cold season doldrums. The air finally warming enough for the dogwoods to blossom. The azaleas, which are the northern version of bougainvillea with their crepe paper texture, are also showing their bright faces.

I took a motorcycle ride yesterday. My first one in many years. The countryside was glorious, every curve bringing colors more vibrant then the curve before. The colors of Spring bursting forth with promise of a new season. With the wind in my face and the sunset at my back I was confident, ready to face the challenges of life.

Today the cold winds blow, the sky is a dull gray, soon the temps will drop to below freezing. I wonder if the delicate blooms will survive.