With Each Passing Moment

The first winter and spring of living in Oklahoma have trickled away. I say spring, even though it’s still only May, partly because it’s half-way through, and partly because most of the winter was so mild it felt more like spring then winter.

Not all the winter was mild. We had snowfall one weekend in mid-February. I took a ruler outside, and ignoring the areas where the drifts piled up or scoured away, came up with a 3-4 inch average depth.

The temperature sank pretty low that week. I hear that snow in Oklahoma usually melts a day or two later, but this lasted a good half week. We got a day or two of cancelled work out of it.

This is the driveway I share with my landlord. Guess if my house is on the right or the left.

When I got back from visiting in Kansas over Christmas, I found three little sealed boxes and a letter on the table.
The letter announced, “Your life is now a game.” It explained that there were three tiers of accomplishments for things that I “probably would have done anyway,” and when I marked off all the goals in one section, I could open the corresponding box.

Here I am fulfilling the “Clean house while dressed as a princess” accomplishment.

League of the Pointed Pencils

Every other Friday several young ladies come over for an hour of writing and tea and snacks. One afternoon our writing was interrupted by three horses that came trotting up the driveway and settled into my landlord’s backyard for a snack.

Craft night with a nephew

I sewed some curtains for my bedroom!

My landlord’s dog is finally willing to be friends

After much work in that direction, a camel ride with my niece!

I went on another hike with John and his friends. The lichen and moss were amazing.

An Indian Paintbrush flower

I learned at an Oklahoma wildflowers presentation that these cannot be transplanted because they are parasitic. They need those grassroots they are growing in.

It would have been nice to have known that two weeks earlier.

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