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The spot for the good news, the good word, the quick reports of the many, many wonderful news items I hear all the time and want to share with the rest of you. Expect to find the good news when you come to check out "what’s the good word?"

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Yesterday surely did feel like spring and today promises to be even more so! When the warm weather hits, it seems as if everything and everybody is out.

Friends are reporting that the world is full of critters, out from wherever they've been all winter. Bunnies in the garden, racoons, even possums are making their presence felt. I notice all the new mums with nice new strollers pushing babies, out for a proud spring walk. And toddlers taking first unsteady steps along the sidewalk under the watchful eye of a new dad. Poor kid is still bundled up in a pink snowsuit so that she can hardly walk, but nevertheless, clearly walking for the first time on her own--she's out too.

One of my neighbour's front lawn yesterday afternoon looked like a preschool parking lot, covered as it was with tricycles, scooters, strollers, red wagons and a couple of pint-sized two wheelers leaning on their training wheels. Clearly it's time to be out.

The fitness columnist in my local newspaper began his column yesterday with this line: it's the season when anything feels possible. Then he went on to speak of fitness and exercise goals. But the line about possibilities resonated for me.

Many of us have been on a vision quest for several months. We've been trying to get our ideas clarified, our goals set, our strategies in place. And now it's time to launch. Put those ideas and goals and strategies out there. Anything is possible, even the dreams of greatness!

Posted by Marion


  1. Also "out" is the manure our neighbour spread on his fields before the first snows of winter. Kinda forgot about that little gift.

    Smells... "springy"

  2. Agreed!
    I think those of us who grew up closer to the land have different senses of smell, along with different concepts of such things as "weeds."
    We once had a neighbour who lovingly nurtured, even staked up, a lush lambsquarter plant growing beside his front door. It was all I could do not to go and yank it out--having spent most of my childhood on the end of a hoe trying to eradicate this, and other weed species from our farm!
    I DO appreciate that spring smell of which you speak.


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