This morning I decided to run again, my first back to back days since last year. Time was not my goal, but rather to finish strong. The first two miles felt like a chore. Just before mile two my breathing was less labored and my pace had picked up. Like a golfer who doesn't scoreboard watch, I forced myself not to look at my watch during the run and was pleasantly surprised to see that I wasn't too far off yesterday's pace when I finished. And upon completion of my route today, I have run more miles this April than January, February, and March combined. That is a victory and a sign that I am on the right track.
Today is gorgeous. When I opened up the curtains, there was a purple finch sitting at the feeder.
We had a mild night and there are subtle changes out. Two of the daffodil blooms popped this morning.
The buds on the mystery plants are turning pink. Nedim understood the farmer who gave him the saplings that they were cherry. I'm not sure about that. They are pretty and pink none the less.
Are these primroses? I can't remember, but their white faces are wide open to the sun and looking happy.
And another sign of warmer weather -- my laundry on the line.