From The Ashes Shall Rise...

Wow, it's Good Friday.  We have survived the week, and what a whirlwind it has been.

Monday: taught, dealt with realtor issues, Melodia Monday practice.
Tuesday: taught, dealt with more realtor issues, Passion Play practice.
Wednesday: taught, last day of LTO, drove across province (6 hours) amid rain and snow. Hotel in London.
Thursday: drove to the University, packed up daughter's dorm, walked campus, talked to counselors, drove back across province (through holiday traffic, 8 hours), Passion Play dress rehearsal.

So we have our eldest home for the summer.  She has finished her first year of university.  While it was not a great experience for her, it is behind her, and now how to salvage the maximum from it, as she switches majors next year. O the wisdom we've gleaned in a year! 

Now if we could just snap our fingers, and have the van cleaned out, and all of her stuff put away and organized for the move back, next fall.

It was one of those wonderful foggy, frosty mornings.  I went out for a quick morning stroll around the yard and snapped a few shots.  It is remarkable to see all the new growth rising up through the dead leaves and refuse of last years harvest.  The promise of spring is so evident, despite the ice crystals coating most everything.  And maybe half the beauty of spring is in the process of new life emerging from the old, before the riot of colour actually erupts.

And that is about all I have to say for today.

Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.