I didn’t notice it until bedtime, but I wore mismatched earrings, one gold, one silver, all day.  No one else did either; a bona fide benefit of social distancing!   Still, I gave myself ten points for remembering to put on earrings, right?

STRESS is not a reliable stylist – it can be an embarrassing “helper” I discovered that as we packed to leave Texas and return to Maryland. (Stress Can Create Inadvertent Fashion Statements.)

This past week I felt like I did during those last couple of moving days as we prepared to leave Texas for Maryland.  Back then, when we were packing up, we had so much support; I had a friend or two who kept telling me what to do and when; plus they pitched in and worked with me, and for me. So stress was blessedly mitigated.

Not so much these days, uncertainty magnifies feelings of stress, exhaustion, fear, and bewilderment! They are flying over my head like a flock of Canada geese honking their way back home in the fall.

I know I am not supposed to invite any of those migrating emotions to make a nest, but I sometimes spend too much time listening to their calls.

“You cannot keep birds from flying over your head
but you can keep them from building a nest in your hair”― Martin Luther

Therefore, I keep painting and look forward to gardening. (Housework, not so much.) So,  the next time you see me gardening or painting . . . energetically, just know I am trying to shoo away some a flock of imaginary, NOISY  geese!

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I splurged on some pansies and seeds; pansies are cheery and hardy; seeds . . . well, seeds spell HOPE . . . and confidence. ( John 12:24)

 

mismatchedSo do the daffodils – the ones blooming this year are full of fragrance and color, reminding me of life’s beauty and fragility.  You know, even the weeds look good to me this week!

They know, they just know where to grow, how to dupe you, and how to camouflage themselves among the perfectly respectable plants, they just know, and therefore, I’ve concluded weeds must have brains.  ~Dianne Benson, Dirt, 1994

Another splurge arrived today, too: paints and canvases!

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Dig, a little, paint a little; put off cleaning  another day!

Of course, if and when spring arrives the sun will wake up the dust bunnies, and then I will reacquaint my self with the vacuum and a spot of housekeeping.

By the way, I ordered head bands . . . I haven’t worn a head bad since 10th grade! However, it’s been awhile since I had a hair cut, and it’s going to be  quite awhile longer until these silver locks can be shorn. I don’t want to look the creepy old lady with stringy hair!

My only consolation is soon, nobody will be having a good hair day!

BTW: Here’s how I am shooing away those goosey fears, dear reader. I hope these four links bless and encourage you.

Don’t Worry! (It’s OK to be responsibly concerned, though!)

Jesus is Your King Even During a Coronavirus Job Loss

Radiant with HOPE

Three Crosses: Lessons from a dying brigand

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Thanks for sharing!