Things are shockingly green outside. My peonies are about to explode. I forgot to put up those cage things that are supposed to hold them up, so I expect they'll be flopping all over the place, especially in this rain, fairly soon. We have ten plants, all kinds of pink and white. The climbing hydrangea is just starting to bloom. It's so pretty. I love it with the pebble. I don't remember what that other plant is called.
I have this plan this spring and summer to ride my bike up to the grocery store every day, or every other day. It's a nice ride — only a little over a mile, fairly flat, not too much traffic. I feel pretty lucky for that. I have a small basket on my bike. It takes about forty-five minutes to ride there, shop, ride back. I love riding my bike and being outside. I also like the idea of shopping for just a little bit every day, I have to admit. I can just go in there with one idea, or maybe two: dinner, and maybe lunch. I like just having to think of one thing to make for dinner, and getting groceries for that. I have absolutely no talent for meal planning, no matter what I do. I actually think I'll enjoy making the effort to ride my bike up to the store or to a farmer's market (we have a weekday market in the neighborhood) every other day than trying to plan longer term. Plus, it's good exercise the only way I seem to like to do it — on a mission. So far, so good.
Of course, it's only been one day. Pffft!