The trillium I moved into the back yard last year popped up this week. A neighbor realized a vacant lot that was being cleared to be built upon had a small population of these and so dug up as many as she could and shared them throughout the neighborhood. I’ve tried to move these from the front bed before with little success, so the sight this (and a nearby companion) actually had me squealing in the back yard the other evening.

The bluebells are starting to open as well. I had a conversation with a friend this morning as we went for an early morning walk on how spring seems to be slightly out of wack this year – instead of a staggered opening, there are some things blooming early, some seem to be a bit late – it’s all cattywampus. I suppose it’s due to the wacky winter we had – the quince bush bloomed in December and is currently blooming again! My allergies took on a new twist this week, with the development of that persistent, annoying hacking cough that nothing seems to address.  I don’t always get allergies in this form, but when I do, it sounds way worse than it actually is. Throw in a wicked case of insomnia and a few days this week were of the sort that I just had to propel myself forwards through. You know those days, don’t you?

All the books I was on the wait list for at the local library came in this week, which actually never fails to happen. I really need to only keep one at a time on the list, because no matter if I’m third in line or fiftieth in line, all the books I have on hold come in at the same time, leaving me panicked I don’t have enough time to read them all.  Not that has ever happened, because I am the sort of person who will get sucked into a book and then do absolutely nothing but read that book and thankfully, this week and the books in question have been conducive to just that. (I’m halfway through my third book this week!)  In other happy, I found the most beautiful new pair of summer sandals, half off, that are the closest to replacing the beloved now discontinued Dansko sandals  I’ve worn for eons.  They are divine. And I swear, they make me look 10 pounds thinner. Maybe that’s just the new shoe happy talking, but when I showed them to Pat, he immediately got how I needed them.

So that’s been my week –  allergies, insomnia, new books and new red polka dot shoes.  It’s amazing what a new pair of shoes does for a gal.