Hyacinths will bloom soon. The weather is warming. Most of the snow is melted, though the lake is still covered in ice.
I have a terrible cold. Hoping it will pass. I feel a little like Gandalf in the caves of Moria, when he thinks he has escaped the monster, only to be felled by a last whip of light. I thought I had gotten through the winter without a cold ... and now this. The only redeeming quality to a cold is it reminds me how much more vigorous I usually am.
It is late for the hyacinths to bloom but it has been a very cold winter. It seems to me in Maryland we would see them in February.
My father, if alive, would have turned 91 today, Pi Day. We never used to call it that. He died a few weeks shy of his 80th birthday, during a nap. Not a bad way to go, at home, in peace. Eighty good years are fine. I still remember the sense of peace that emanated from the bedroom after my brother called me and we got there. His father died the same way, just shy of 80, in his case simply not waking up one morning. I would not be sorry to have such an end. Of course, with spring coming, new life is on my mind as well.
I am also almost done with my Bonhoeffer MS and could be done if I would just get well. And I believe I will. :)
Roger is very kind to me in my fallen, miserable state. I sometimes think kindness is all the world needs more of.