Things That Filled Me Today

I have not worked in the yard since the week
after the ice storm. At that point, my husband
was cutting limbs with a chainsaw and I was
hauling the dead to the front of the yard.

This is grueling. Trying to type when I can't
even see the screen.

So, my happy list:
my bleeding hearts made it and are blooming.
Lily of the valley, with it's tiny white fragrant
bells, did not shrink from my touch. The white
dogwood, which has stood watch by my
bedroom window for 20 years, burst into
blossom, despite the fact that this is the last
time it will ever be allowed to do such.
Molly is lying on the couch with my husband,
content and at home.

Fuck. I can't type anymore.