It rained this morning. The photo above is a rainy morning last summer, but it looks remarkably like this morning, even to the leaves on the trees. It was as dark at 9am as it had been at 7am when light was just beginning to break and then the thunder and lightning and rain began. I wasn't unhappy. We needed the rain and I had planned to stay home today anyway. What better than rain to make me feel quite happy with my choice?
It is the last day of March...Does it seem as though it's flown by to anyone else? It most certainly has seemed so to me. I won't bother to share my progress with March goals. Truth told I accomplished very little, dismally little. It wasn't a good month for my plans. I did manage to keep apace of housework and of the deeper cleaning chores I'd meant to do. One reason for that was I soon learned that windows of opportunity had to be taken advantage of, so the odd afternoon at home when I'd thought I wouldn't be meant I hopped to and did housework and reviewing my lists of tasks soon revealed lots of little jobs that could be done in fifteen or thirty minutes. I did those while waiting for coffee to brew or when I was waiting for John to be ready to leave or I was ready earlier than expected for an appointment.