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And I do too!

Dear Neighbor,
Here I am, on another Friday, writing you a letter. I hope you enjoy the photograph that I put as the header to my letter. I thought it was very spring-like and here we are in Spring, glorious Spring. Things will only continue to get warmer and prettier from here on in.
I love Primroses as well as Forget-Me-Nots. Both are favorite flowers. Wild primroses are yellow in color, although I know you can get cultivated ones in many colors. The Manor I worked at in the UK was at the top of the hill in this very small village. There was a stone pathway adjacent to the road that went down the hill from the manor into the village proper. I often took walks down that stone path and this time of year it was bordered all the way with yellow primroses. I do not think I had ever seen a proper primrose before the ones that I saw on that path. They are such a beautiful and delicate flower, but I find that with most flowers when you really look at and observe them. They are beautiful and delicate, tiny miracles of nature. Each one different and beautiful in their own right.
I have a great love for flowers.
What a wonderful world we live in that our God has given us that it is full of flowers. So many kinds and so diverse, in a multitude of colors and fragrances, and they are just one of the many gifts he gave us stewardship of and to enjoy. When you think of it, the miraculous gifts and wonders on this planet never cease. They are in abundance . . . and if they are not, then it is only us that we have to blame, and the poor way that we have taken care of them.
And it is said that Heaven is even more beautiful . . . I cannot imagine.
The birdsong at this time is at its most beautiful. They have caught the spring fever also. This is the time they start to build their nests and begin their flirty little dances with each other. They build their nests, and they call to each other in a dance of attraction.
Birdsong is one of the classic sounds of spring. With the warming temperatures, they become louder and much more vocal with each other, singing loud and complex songs to attract a mate or to defend a territory. It is nature and the male sings the more beautiful song.
Female birds tend to be attracted to the best singers. Males who can sing frequently, exhibit vocal complexity, and even show vocal creativity are often more successful at attracting mates. That’s why males sing so much more than females and put considerable effort into their complex vocalizations. The high levels of birdsong in spring help facilitate pair bonding between males and females prior to breeding.
Are we not so very blessed to be able to witness via our ears such a beautiful response to what is basic nature and instinct? I think so . . .
We are a bit like the birds in the spring ourselves. Oh, we do not hop from branch to branch singing out to each other, but we do hop about the yard and garden, clearing away the debris that is left from the winter months. Making everything neat and tidy for the burst of flora and color to come. Things are still quite drab here. We must be careful not to clear away too much too early. There are many insects such as bees which winter beneath leaf and brush and until things are really in full swing, they need the protection of this cover.
But that doesn't mean we cannot scurry about our homes, tidying up, clearing out, getting rid of the dross that has accumulated over the Winter months.
Oh, it feels so good on some of these warmer days to be able to open the windows and let the fresh air run through the house, clearing away the dust and stale air that just a few weeks ago was bringing us comfort and cheer.
Oh, I know it is early days yet, and Winter may rise up and snap at us a few more times on her way out of the room, but she is surely on the run, and it won't be long before the sight of her backside hustling off will be all that's left of her.
And in the meantime, we prepare for the joys to be experienced ahead. I have much to sort out . . .
Here is the latest news on our brother David's cancer journey. I will copy and paste from his Facebook page here, as he can explain it all much better than I can.
So, continuing in my cancer journey here. We met with the oncologist today and he confirms that the tumors are small and in a good position to get at. Ablation treatment is still a good option, but he now has to refer it to the tumor board to review and decide if they want to do it. As well, he wants a chest x-ray to also verify that there is no other thoracic involvement. They will want to do an ultrasound to make sure they can image it that way. They may want a biopsy first or ablate one tumor and biopsy it at the same time, then do the other. We'll have to wait and see what they say. It may be 3-6 months before treatment, but so far, the good news is that it is not growing or growing very slowly, so not too urgent. So, not a hard definitive plan, but things are slowly unfolding.
Eyelet lace and a cardigan. Perfectly pretty combination.
Ripe plums . . . so sweet.
Vintage seed packets . . .
Transferware . . . lilac and white so pretty.
Cream Filled donuts . . .
Pretty printed pillow cases . . .
A blue Aga stove. Loved the Aga at the big house . . .
Spring crocus . . .
Cafe curtains . . . made from tea towels . . .
Marbles . . .
Canada Geese . . .
Lace tablecloth . . .
Cozy corners . . .
Cast Iron bed . . .
Cherries . . .
Moss carpets . . .
And those are my favorite things for this week. I hope some of them were also your favorites!
A thought to carry with you . . .
Last night Nutmeg decided that he was going to be the center of attention and situated himself on top of my faux fireplace, right beneath the television and in front of the little light that makes it possible to change the channels with the remote. Not a problem really as I was watching the voice and didn't need to change the channel at that point. I did get a bit worried about my toadstools however and moved them out of the way and over to my dining room table temporarily. I didn't want anything to happen to them. Sometimes if just laying there soaking in my attention isn't quite enough he will start to grab things and toss them over.