Happy Spring!

I am so looking forward to this weekend! My husband and I are going to transplant my rose bushes and some lupine and get the other beds ready for plantings. I am also trimming back the wild raspberries and blackberries; transplating a huckleberry... We're also scrubbing out the basemet; giving the dog a bath...Grilling....
I love this time of year. I did a walk around tonight. I think the harsh winter only took out one rose bush and my jasmine. The red buds are questionable, but all else looks good. I have a hyacinth growing where I did no planting. I may move that to a better place. I think either erosion casuse it do travel down the hil through the rocks, or, more likely, some critter burried it there.
The dog is wanting some attention, and so is one of the cats. I'll go now.

Summer

I can't wait for summer! Even though I will be taking online classes, I am anxious for vacation. (I teach). I really feel stressed out this year. I am looking forward to swimming in the backyard pond and im the lake; to sleeping in; getting tan; reading; working in the garden... Did I mention sleeping in? :-)

Even with classes I'll have time to draw and paint; to write...To remember who I am so I can be a better teacher. I need that renewal.

Check out some of my photos:

http://slideroll.com/?s=hsznww5k (Favorites)
http://slideroll.com/?s=5zaaet6m (Fall and Winter)
http://slideroll.com/?s=6rn4xagf (Beach and Water View)
http://slideroll.com/?s=6r1nvkt2 (UP)
http://slideroll.com/?s=ww6pa8bx (Critters & Plants)

Haunted

Of course there are ghosts
There are remnants of the dead which remain
We hold them to us
As a blessing or a curse
We play the images they helped us to create
In our minds
Those memories are often bittersweet
Pictures of good times and bad
Yet they can play forever in our minds
Messages of love & comfort; of anger; of punishment; tears; laughter
We'll look at who we are and see them
In the self-image they helped us create
We'll remember the ways they looked at us
And we'll cringe, or cry, or smile
We'll hear the way they thought of us--and themselves
Accepting or rejectingtheir love or hate
These are the elements of the dead that remain
The living create the ghost
We haunt ourselves

Querry

This is my first blog. I just wanted to see who was out there. I'll add some of my poetry and thoughts later. So, who's there?