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After many gray days in a row could there be anything lovelier than waking up to these little yellow faces?

The sun is out this morning and with it is the steady first drip drip drip of  our snow covered house.  It has awakened something within me.  When the progress of all those drips starts to show I am certain it will renew all of us.

In the morning I sip my tea out of my new tea cup.  It is almost as lovely as those tiny daffodils.

Yesterday was library day and I have a nice stack of books waiting to be read.  Up first is The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls: A Novel.    Library day is a big deal as I go to a library over an hour away—in Concord Ma home of Henry David Thoreau, Louisa May Alcott and Ralph Waldo Emerson—it is my favorite library ever in the history of all libraries), to do this while Sawyer is nap deprived can be a challenge.  Yesterday was good except I lost my phone in the snow and slush covered parking lot (boo) but later the library called the number I have labeled as Home on my phone as someone turned it in and I went and picked it up (yay).

And today?

Well today is just plain old awesome.

I hope you find the awesome in today, too.