Irony.

For me, spring has started with the onset of the flu, chicken soup and toast, and of course, SNOW! Is this some sort of sick joke??

(image from weheartit)

It's May!

Today is beautiful.

I have two weeks till graduation.

The sun is shining.

And all I have to do this week is...

write final exam papers. blech.

but I am also expecting a serious onset of allergies, like what happens every year during finals week, when the weather finally starts to get consistently beautiful.

HOWEVER, it is May, and I am almost done, and I will allow NOTHING to get me down, because soon enough I will be laying on a beach in the Bahamas with my best friend, without a care in the world.

Hooray!

(photo via Rhiannon Adam's Photostream)

Gardens

It's officially springtime, but I'm looking outside today, and the trees are still bare, and the sky is still gray. And it certainly doesn't feel like springtime. Today, I've been thinking about The Secret Garden, and how much I'd love to have a garden like that one, complete with a swing.

And I've decided that when I have a house someday I will grow my own fruits and veggies and flowers.

Creepy Flying Buzzing Crawlies

This warmer weather is such a tease.

Yesterday I sat on my back porch and just felt the sun on my face and listened to the sounds of my neighborhood and allowed the vitamin D to perk me out of my winter coma.

Even when there's no sun, I take a vitamin D supplement every day, because I will get noticeably more depressed in the winter if I fail to do so.

However, there is absolutely no substitute for being outside, and yesterday felt amazing.

My dad and I also took the dogs for a brief walk which was good for all of us.

However, with springtime comes the opening of french doors, and creepy flying buzzing crawlies decide to make my house their home. And they like the smell of my leftover pasta from Maggianos. And I have a very inconvenient phobia. So, when I had my first intruder of the season last night, I left the ravioli on the counter and left the house. And then my dog got to eat the ravioli, not me.

Anyway, what I guess I'm getting at is, though I hate insects, the warm weather is completely worth it. It protects my health, my happiness, and my sanity. So if someone told me to pick between winter with no bugs and summer with bugs, I'd pick summer every single time. So I really need to get over this dumb little hang up and be able to enjoy my ravioli. and my favorite time of the year.

But I won't get too excited about springtime just yet. After all, on April 1st last year we had a snowstorm in Boston. The trick is to never get too comfortable with a weather pattern, but hopefully we'll have some really warm weather days in between the anticipated random snowy ones. You gotta take what you can get.

(photo via thingssheloves.tumblr.com)

My first chicken coop experience

I got to pick up the first egg of the coop!
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AND it was absolutely gorgeous outside today.