With the return of spring temperatures, along with less stiff winds, the second round of tulips are blooming. These should be followed shortly by the yellow tulips with red-tinged petals.
The weekend was quiet, I think. Our sleep patterns have been quite extraordinarily erratic, and I did not have my first meal, today, until after six o’clock. We went to Denny’s, tonight. I’d at least eaten an orange when I got up the first time, but Al had nothing, having submerged again in his coding project.
If the weather is favorable, and if I am awake during the day, I may take some sharp implements and see if I can start turning the dirt in the garden, so that I can at least have bare ground in which to plant some herbs and wildflowers.
The writing prompts for the daily blog are interesting, but so not where my head is. I expect that I have not lived a life in which paying attention to the activities suggested as writing topics have not been noted as relevant. It’s really odd. Common events, I am sure, but for the life of me, I cannot think of specific instances that fall into their general categories.