Grumpy Girl

I woke up grumpy today and I have no idea why.  The sun is not exactly 'out', but yesterday's torrential rains have stopped.  The birds are singing.  (Well, that may be part of the problem. The birds were singing while I was trying to sleep.  Have I mentioned before how loudly our birds sing?  They are freakishly loud.)  My car passed inspection yesterday without needing a dime's worth of repairs.  Our taxes were done a few weeks ago.  I haven't dropped a bunch of stitches or totally screwed up a piece of lace knitting.  And I've discovered the wonderful world of eye shadow primer.  (Are you aware how much difference eye shadow primer makes?  OMG!  It's like I've been introduced to a whole new world!)

Anyway.... There's no reason for me to be feeling like such a grumpy girl.  But I am.  And there's nothing worse than a blogger who does nothing but bitch & moan.  And it seems like I've been doing a lot of bitching & moaning lately.  Oops.  Sorry about that.  Oh, and by the way, the cold/pneumonia/bronchittis/total and complete lung rot disease I had is gone.  The other  night, I went to bed still unable to catch my breath between coughing attacks & woke up the next day magically cured.  Another reason I should not be feeling like such a grumpy girl.

#todayonmyneedles 

I'm so grumpy, I don't even feel much like knitting.  Even though my current project is fun and colorful.

But spring is in the air & it's hard to be grumpy when the outdoors is turning green.  Or in my case, yellow.

Dandylion yellow.  Our yard is a field of dandylions.

The bumblebees are enjoying the explosion of dandylions.

The flowering bush that I planted last year is still alive.  I just wish I could remember what kind of flowering bush it is.  All I remember is that it's supposed to be extremely hardy, hardy enough to withstand me being it's caregiver, and that it's supposed to get really big.

Have I mentioned I'm not much of a gardner?

The grapevines will at least have leaves, if not grapes, this year.

Over the years, I've planted hundreds of bulbs.  Each year, exactly one blooms.  But this year, the annual daffodil produced two blooms.  It's a miracle!

And an even bigger gardening miracle... a second patch of daffodils came up out in the woods.  The sad thing about this is the realization that the squirrels and voles are better gardeners than I am.

It's no wonder I'm a grumpy girl!