Too busy to say much

Oughtn’t let another month go by without some signs of life. I wish I saw more of them outside. These interminable (albeit sunny) winters are on my Sad To be Here list. Having said that, I went out to pick the first shoots of parsley (from last year’s plants) yesterday to put in a salad, and to my great delight, spied the first shoots of my tarragon. It is meant to be hardy, but you never know around here. Neither the rosemary or the sage are showing any signs of life. Nor do any trees, despite the official start of spring 10 days ago.

Odd Daffodils started blooming last week. They are funny creatures, their stems rarely exceeding six or seven inches, and whenever I see a clump, I imagine they are miniatures, because they are so short.

I have managed to procure a job at the Loveland Library. Part-time, minimum wage, no benefits. Woo Hoo! It is what I had been working for (having volunteered there since last May), but it is severely depressing to think that, at the age of 54, I am working for minimum wage. I did the same job 33 years ago for my university work-study award (a guaranteed job at university to help students pay for their tuition and fees), and was paid better than minimum wage then. Sigh. The good news is that the people are lovely, and it’s a pleasure to go to work.

We have added two zebra finches to our household. My sister has a number of finches, and some of them are breeding. She gave a pair of her offspring to Sally. These are only 3 months old now, and already I have removed six eggs from their nest. (removed because I’m advised that they are not ready to breed before they are a year old) You can imagine what fun the cats are having.