Thoughtful Thursday

Well, I don't know about you, but there are very few people on the face of God's green earth who are more looking forward to the calendar clicking over from today to tomorrow than yours truly.

Ah, Spring.

I did see a robin bob-bob-bobbin' along in my back yard last week - this has always been my own personal indicator of Spring.

And then?

It snowed.

Wah.

But tomorrow? It is official.

People will be accountable.

(Mostly weatherman - but do they really count?)(I'll talk about these "meteorologists " -which rank right up there with "mixologists" and "scatologists" - some other day... )

We all recognize that one of the most disheartening things about the weather is its unpredictability. We are left, most times, being reactive rather than proactive to what befalls us.

But it recently occurred to me that one of the other things that is so troubling about inclement weather is its enormity.

There is nothing like raging winds and driving sleet to make one feel like a mere speck in the grand scheme of things. It is easy to feel lost and inconsequential.

I'm hoping that today's quote from SARK will give you the comfort and warmth you need, when she tells you:

You are seen
You are known
You are loved

May your tomorrow be filled with a flock of robins, a splash of crocuses, and a feeling of renewal.

Thoughtful Thursday

There is no explaining what compells The Baroness to do what she do, when she do it. It defies usual logic, which is strangely appealing to me.

When I was recently at my local library, my hand inexplicably reached for a CD, "Jazz for Kids", because I thought it would be fun and lighthearted; good errand-driving music.

It certainly was both. Fun and lighthearted. Great music by equally great jazz artists.

And as I listened to "When the Red, Red Robin" by Carmen McRae, it immediately brought back childhood memories of my mom singing this to me.

Double bonus.

Now, I'm fully aware that the seasonal clock has ticked over into Autumn.

But the lyrics and the bouncy music sure bring some hopes of Spring into a dreary, rainy West Coast fall day.

When the Red, Red, Robin

music and lyrics by Harry Woods

When The Red, Red, Robin
Comes bob, bob, bobbin'
Along, along,
There'll be no more sobbin'
When he starts throbbin'
His old sweet song.

Wake up, wake up you sleepy head,
Get up, get up, get out of bed,
Cheer up, cheer up, the sun is red,
Live, love, laugh and be happy.

What if I've been blue,
Now I'm walkin' through
Fields of flow'rs,
Rain may glisten
But still I listen
For hours and hours.

I'm just a kid again, doin' what I did again,
Singing a song,
When The Red, Red, Robin
Comes Bob, bob, bobbin' along.

The line about "Live, love, laugh and be happy"?

My decree for today, people. Do it.