I got taken down by Serge's cold finally. I thought I had escaped but no, my throat caught on fire Friday night and yesterday I lived on cough drops. I felt bad enough to skip my workout, (which in an alarming turnabout did not make me feel guilty, only mature) but not enough to stay in bed all day. I noticed the magnolia bloomed down the street so I hoofed it over to the botanical gardens to see how things are progressing. I walked for a long time because each time I sat down I felt sickiness and then I adopted a "keep moving" mantra. As long as I was moving and doing, I wasn't focusing on how shitty I felt. This was the logic of yesterday anyhow.
There were pretty much just magnolias, rhododendrons and tulips blooming at the gardens, though I did see one cherry tree blooming. Those and the apples will explode later this week.
The bee was tired and soaking up sun. The sun makes both him and I happy. The tunes that I was listening to also made me happy. I spent a large part of the day contemplating how I could feel so miserable and yet have these little punctuations of joy sprinkled in. I decided it was a nice metaphor/reminder about life in general. I can't get the song Luz Negra out of my head. So hauntingly beautiful. Specifically this version (which is much better on the disc.)
I was all psyched about the springtime, "It's really really spring," kept running through my head so I headed over to the garden shop and bought potting mix, flowers, herbs and strawberry plants. Spent the afternoon ("amenaging" popped into my head here, but that's no word, at least not in English) potting my purchases and now looking at my patio makes me smile.