The maple tree out front is loaded with flowers.  Tons and tons.  Paving the way for seeds then leafs.  I am lucky to have this tree.  When we moved here forty three years ago, it was the biggest tree in the neighborhood.  It has since been out grown by the oak tree out back and a fir tree across the street.  But it's still big.  And I love it .

There will be thunderstorms tomorrow and the flowers may all be pounded to the ground -- and, of course, the porch where they will leave their seasonal staining.  And be a mess that eventually has to swept up and mulched.  But come summer this wonderful maple shades the southern facing front of the house from the heat of the sun.  I love this tree.
 

GRILLIN' OR BURNIN'?

 

Hmmmm....  Is this grilled?  Scorched a little?  Charred?  Doesn't matter.  It is finally warm enough to really enjoy cooking out and we will now be cooking out LOTS.  These are sweet pots.  Next onto the grill will be pork steaks.  A Sunday feast.  Welcome to the season.
 

A LITTLE BIT OF BLUE

 

And after all that rain and sadness of bit of blue when we got home this afternoon.  It was good to see that little bit of blue showing out from behind the clouds.  An assurance that the grieving and gloom will dissipate.  The sadness of of death will one day just be a part of life and not an overwhelming cloud.  A promise of tomorrow.
 

IT'S FRIDAY

 

No snow -- yet.  but it is early on.  THAT would really be an April Fool.  People here in Connecticut were complaining about this coming snow.  They've had enough.  Not so for me.  I truly love the snow.  Not the cold for long, but definitely the beauty of the snow.

It is, however, wet.  I am hoping the weather is better in Pennsylvania for my granddaughter's Birthday Breakfast.  She has so been looking forward to that.  I would have liked to have been there but it is a young people's thing and I am many miles away.  I would have liked to have sent her a Birthday Card and a special note but I don't have her address.  She called me a few evenings ago and we chatted a bit.  That was nice.  Her father calls me frequently and keeps me caught up on family news.

The week has been clouded with an upcoming funeral scheduled for tomorrow.  An unfortunate loss from an accident on I 95 last Sunday morning.  A loved and gifted man, killed too soon for those left behind.  He was so kind and gentle and loving.  Farewell, Richard Casey.  Rest in peace.
 

NUTTIN',HONEY

Sometimes there is just nothing to say OR too much.

 

Yup, sometimes it's just a good idea to sit back and look at what's goin' on and being glad your not involved.  Thinking what's important and what's not and how most people don't come any where near knowin' that.  A lot of the time I don't either.  But when something big happens and I take the time to get myself out of the middle of things and be a bystander, or an onlooker, I can see how other people deal and react and not have to be a part of it.  Giving support if it's needed.  Keeping my mouth shut mostly and just letting everyone do what they need to do. 
 

WHAT YOU SEE ...

 

What you see is actually how you see it.  And the eye that sees it is not necessarily seeing what is.  We see things with eyes that just never seem to see it as it is.  Or maybe it is our brains that cannot accept things as they are.  OR is it that our experience doesn't allow us to perceive the real meaning of what we see.

This is complicated.  We are complicated.  Life is complicated.  I sure wish there was a formula to sort it all out and make sense of it.