I had my annual performance review yesterday. On the Ides of March. Despite that, it went well.
This afternoon, I need to try to find some sort of faux gold coins – either the plastic ones or the chocolate kind – for my pot o’gold for tomorrow. This should be a fun shopping excursion.
Last night, the temperature dropped by more than 15 degrees F during my class. When I left the building in my short-sleeved shirt, it felt deliciously cool, and inspired a haiku:
smells of fresh mulch and of rain
springtime has arrived.
Our new bird feeders have become very popular. I’ve seen plenty of grackles (of course), several juncoes, some mourning doves, and a lady cardinal. And I love to watch the squirrels try to get to it the feeders! The finch feeder remains untouched as of yet, but I remain hopeful.
I still have Holst‘s First Suite for Band running through my head, as it has been for about a week now. Thankfully, it’s music of some complexity, and it’s interesting, and I like it. But I’m a little tired of the earworm.
Peace be with you! May you have a joy-filled weekend – and be safe this St. Patrick’s Day!