There is HOPE

Having spent an utterly crazy night--BigGirl had 3 pre-teen friends spend the night (roughly the noise equivalent of an early 80's stadium rock concert), and, at the last minute LargeBoy had to have a friend stay over, too (due to a family medical emergency)--so life was LOUD and LATE.

Plus, my house looks like a very untidy tornado came through it. Also, My Favorite Gentleman and LargeBoy left at 4:00 this am, to go on a 20 mile hike.

So, entropy (what a great word--I just love it! "a process of degradation or running down or a trend to disorder, the gradual descent into chaos. see Chaos, Randomness, Disorder.") is prevailing, once again.

However, when I went to call 4 totally wet, happy girls into the house (it rained all night, a warm, spring rain, and they couldn't wait to get out into it. It is unseasonably warm here--about 15-20 degrees above normal!) The rain has stopped, a bit of sunshine is peeking out, and I see that my front flower bed has BLOOMING SNOWDROPS!

It is fabulously springlike out there. It smells heavenly. I know that it is only a cruel illusion--Winter is not really gone--last year, the kids had their easter egg hunts in the snow--in April. We probably have 2 more good snowstorms left (maybe 3). But it fools me every year!

I must get out my garden catalogs! I must start thinking about compost-y things!
Hope springs eternal in the heart of the disoganized gardener--"this year will be better!" On, On to greatness!