What strange weather we are having. Sunday it was 70 degrees. I spent part of the afternoon working on the landscaping until I developed a nasty blister from my pruning shears. Note to self: get new gardening gloves. Not wearing them was a bad plan. This morning it snowed. It was the perfect snow. Soft and pretty, sticking to everything but the road. By the time I left for the office it had stopped and the sun made the whole world sparkle. Most of it had melted by the time I got home. Let’s have some more snow. I’m not sick of winter yet.
The first of the seed catalogs have arrived. I am excited and nervous about trying my hand at square foot gardening. If we have a few more nice days like we did on Sunday, I will lay out where they are to go and start getting rid of the grass. I may be in over my head here.
I’m also getting the itch to run again. The Twilight 4 miler is at the end of April. It could happen, but only if I get up off the couch and start running again now.
My violin teacher and I addressed the lingering pain I’ve been experiencing after practicing. Turns out my chin rest was a bad fit and I was contorting my hand in a weird way to play on the E string. Hopefully the changes lead to long term improvement in the tension arena. So far, so good.