Another delicious day

We are still not driving, but we are making good use of the community bus. On Monday it is available in and around the village all morning, and it goes to the Nakusp Hot Springs right after lunch.

I left the wheelchair home this time in favor of the walker, another small milestone. We took the bus to town just before lunch, did our grocery shopping and stashed the selection in the coolers of the store.

Then we took the bus to the Hot Springs for an hour of bliss. 
I was very careful making my way from the dressing room to the pool.
It was cool enough to enjoy the warm water, but the sun still has real warmth. Picked up the groceries on the way home and made a delicious batch of gado-gado.

And now I am going to retreat early to bed in the company of Caius Merlyn Brittanicus. I am working my way through Jack Whyte's epic retelling of the Arthurian legends, sans magic.
A good read though I do get tired of battle scenes, the characters are a bit one dimensional, and at some point the author seems to have lost track of the genealogy of his own characters. Nevertheless, a worthwhile read which is yielding food for thought regarding times of collapse.

Snow Falling on Spring Flowers

Snow falling on blooming Lungwort. And others. Crocus and Snowdrops are finished, Periwinkle and Lungwort starting, Iris and Columbine are UP.
Spring bulbs, which I love, tend to get eaten by various critters. Tulips are just deer bait, but daffodils get hit by some wormy varmint. They die out instead of spread, like they are supposed to. I should just start treating them like an annual and plant lots of them in the fall.

April is almost over. We have had exactly 3, count them, three nice days that were more or less normal for the time of year. Actually more like 2 and a half. Yesterday was the half day. I was happily transplanting things in the perennial bed right in front of the dwelling, hence the digging fork.
Astilbes were moved to a shady spot elsewhere, in order to make room for baby roses. This is the only bed where I can grow roses, deer adore them. They will even come right up to this spot,

but usually the baby roses are allowed to bloom. Lots of astilbe plants were put into pots for the farmers market later.
Now it is snowing again. It is even staying on the ground. Not much I can do about it, and I know I shouldn't whine etc etc, but Oh dear Goddess, I so badly need some blue light and some warmth!
I am looking out the window at the snow while doing my income tax. At least that chore won't cost me a good day this year. Son Alex was here for a few days. He spent about an hour explaining the difference between heat and temperature, and why global changes can translate into all kinds of weather. I am a bear of very little brain. Hard science doesn't stick easily. My primitive monkey brain says: Global Warming? Bring it on !

The first picture was taken Friday late afternoon when it started to snow. This one shows Sunday morning, April 20, the first day of Taurus. An overnight spring snow is not uncommon, but it usually melts during the day. This one stuck, and it snowed off and on all day Saturday.

I felt like crawling into bed with the covers over my head, call me when true warm spring is here. Fortunately I had a Reflexology client on Saturday morning, who has become a friend.

Before the Reflexology we shared some Rainforest Treasure Tea liberally laced with Illumination. We both felt much better.

Look at these brave little Periwinkles

blooming away in their corner, snow and all!

Tuesday evening. Winter colours with spring light.

An EFT moment in the Hot Springs

There is nothing like a long wallow in warm water to take the winter blahs away. OK, a beach in Mexico would be nice, but this will do.
Apart from the soak, I love the way Hot Springs allow casual chats with old acquaintances or strangers.

Last week this neat incident happened.
On the way out of the pool I noticed a lady lying on the bench between the dressing room and the outside. Someone else was with her, helping her to cool down. When I emerged from the shower the same woman was sitting in the dressing room, looking somewhat distressed. She said she had high blood pressure and had stayed in the water too long.

"Would she like to try something totally different?" I warned her that what I was about to do might seem a bit weird, but it was harmless and it just might help. She was OK with that.

"Sure, why not". I asked what she was feeling at that moment that was most bothering her. "Nausea and dizziness."

So I grabbed her hand and started tapping on the "karate spot", while mumbling: "Even though I feel nauseous and dizzy, I deeply and completely accept myself". Two little rounds of tapping on some points on her face and torso, and she felt much better, to her utter amazement. It took 3 minutes, if that.

I wonder what she'll tell the people back home in Calgary about Nakusp, where fat old ladies wrapped only in a purple towel start tapping on you.

Emotional Freedom Technique has become one of the passions of my life.