Image taken by me, Spring 2009, Ladysmith, QC.
My father had a poem he liked to recite at springtime:
It's Spring, it's Spring,
It's finally Spring
And all the birds
Are on the wing.
My word, my word
That's very absurd.
I always thought
The wings were on the bird.
So every time Spring rolls around and I hear red-winged blackbirds - which to me is THE sign of spring - I hear this little poem in my head - and I chuckle because it reminds me that he was a funny guy amid all his faults. I know that January marks the beginning of a new year, but it never seems new until Spring rolls around and the old snow begins to go away and the ground is, quite literally, new again.
I just received my diploma of Early Childhood Education in the mail today. That was a pretty exciting moment. I graduated with a 97% average. Feels good to add this to a list of accomplishments at the beginning of a new year. I'm also going to start painting my new apartment this weekend. Now there's a way to kick off something new - move to a new place. And I'm also downsizing, which has been a lot tougher than I thought it would be. I'm sure in the next month - which is all I have left in the city - I will have everything sorted out.