It's Baaaackk!

Winter. Really thought we were heading into spring two weeks ago. Glorious warm sunny days then we got slammed last week by a huge storm system with hurricane gale winds and a cold front following. Been cold ever since. We had snow cover on Sunday morning and freezing rain this morning. The bright yellow daffodils that tried to bloom over the warm spell are wilted and look very sad this morning. In this neck of the woods, we're usually into Spring by this date. I console my humdrums by telling myself this too shall pass...eventually.


March has felt like a long month. I was in a routine of posting something every Wednesday but then got off schedule from one event (dr appts) or another and just let March roll on by me.


On March 6 I officially passed into my 5th decade. This fifty thing has been more on my mind than any other decade I've crossed into, except for my twenties, for different reasons. In my twenties I was in love with life, and my future husband, and the future it all held. At fifty, well, I seem to look back more than forward lately. That's not the way I want to be but guess it's just the transition. It's really hard for me to say yes, I'm fifty and I've never been shy about my age, except for this time around. 

Those thoughts aside my family gave me a memorable pizza party. I had emailed my sons that I didn't expect them to drive here for my birthday, I was fine with it, letting them know Hubby and I would probably just go out to eat somewhere. Well, #1 son, who lives about an hour north of us, wasn't satisfied. He called me and said it was my fiftieth birthday he thought there should be a celebration. So, bless his heart, he called his brother, who lives in KY, and they made plans to get home for the day. I didn't want to go out to a restaurant just wanted a good pizza, #1 son insisted on bringing a birthday cake, and stay at home to enjoy good company with Hubby,my mom, our sons and their ladies. Best fiftieth birthday ever!


The animals have officially made it through winter in my book. The horses have started shedding although with the cold temperatures I'm glad they didn't really start shedding out until last week. The farrier came at the beginning of the month and everything was great with their hooves. The mud, of course, remains, but I see green of grass out in the fields. Buddy, our cat, doesn't seem to be bouncing back from his steroid injections for feline asthma as quickly. The injection isn't lasting as long as it once did. I'm not sure what our next step is but the vet says he'll continue with the injections as long as needed. I've been taking Buddy once a month. Maggie and Lucy, our dogs, are probably wondering what happened to Spring, well, if they thought like that, but we all know they're just in the moment. Sometimes I wish I could just live in the moment too but I have a responsibility gene which drives me to plan ahead and at least have some idea of what I need to accomplish during my day.


Looking forward to drier and warmer days. They surely have to come some time soon...

Happy Birth Day to my youngest

My baby boy's birthday is today. He's 23 years old. Yeah, I know, not a baby, but he's the youngest of my two wonderful sons. Plus, as all moms know, your babies are always your babies. That goes for the horses in the family too, huh?

Anyway, I woke up this morning thinking about #2 son and his birthday. How could I not? He lives here with us right now, having graduated from college in June, but of course, no job yet. He does have an interview today! That was good news for his birthday.

He is different from his older brother. He is more like his dad. Quiet. Thoughtful. Contemplative. Patient. I can pretty much figure him out because I have Hubby figured out. Ok not all the time.

Yesterday, I went shopping with #2 son to help him find some appropriate job interview clothes. Having just graduated from college, he doesn't have much in that kind of clothing. He found a medium blue shirt he liked, and it was on sale, but was having a hard time picking out a tie. He has two ties at home, dark blue and black. Black pants. He was going for gray pants but couldn't find any in his size or style. He doesn't go for pleated fronts. So we're standing around the tie racks sorting through ties. Naturally, I go for the blues and reds, or grays with blue/black designs and stripes. He picks out a tie that is yellow/gold with black stripes. I didn't want to hurt his feelings but I sure didn't see the match there. He held the tie up to the shirt and since he was wearing black pants said he felt it was a powerful color combo. Okey dokey son. I just know that color combonation wouldn't have been my pick. But then I realized it's what will make him feel confident that matters, not what I like. And at 23, if he weren't living at home, I wouldn't be part of this process anyway!


By the way, when he got dressed to go for his job interview this morning and had on his ensemble, I was impressed. He had made a good choice. With his dark good looks, the whole outfit really set him off, making him look very professional. Looks like he has a good eye for colors after all!


Today will be a day of memories for me. Thinking back how at 7:30-something on this day, twenty three years ago, my husband and I were entrusted with a beautiful little soul to mold, love, teach, through his formative years. He has grown into a fine young man that I am always proud to say is my son. Isn't that a wonderful feeling?