I struck out with good intentions this morning. Maggie was on her leash, and I was bundled up in my best walking clothes. It was 5 AM and the sun wasn't due for another two hours. I couldn't sleep and woke up with the mantra, "get in shape!" bouncing around in my head. I made it two measly blocks before I got winded and cold. So much for good intentions. Maggie had the best time, though, as this was so out of our regular routine.
The hearing the cicadas delusion is making me long for summer. I am tired of these chilly and drab days. The forsythias and daffodils are already blooming this deep South so I know spring is around the corner. I can't wait for my heirloom rose to start blooming again. It will need a trim come spring.