Spring Is in Sight

The daffodils weren’t quite to this stage when I was at the boys’ last weekend, but with the warm temps we had here all week, they probably are now. They certainly were last year at this time. I’ll find out at the end of the week when I go up again.

I’m always torn between whether spring or fall is my favorite season, and I can never decide. But right now, I’ll be happy to see spring. I think we could all use some pretty flowers blooming about now, am I right? I have an added bonus–the roses that hubs got me a month ago for Valentine’s Day have long since lost their flowers, but before they did, they started sprouting new leaves on every single stem. So I’m keeping those going and plan, when the weather is nicer, to get some root starter on them and put them into a pot before (hopefully!) planting them outside. They were a beautiful dusty pink color, so they will be a nice addition to the garden if I can get them rooted. Or maybe to the new bed we’re planning along the back of the yard.  We have some nice neighbors behind us, but they need a curtain on the window in their shower. Since that has never occurred to them in all the time we’ve been here, we decided a nice row of flowering shrubs would solve the issue of walking into the kitchen at suppertime to a shower show. Plus the shrubs we have planned will flower at different times in the season, and the birds, butterflies and honey bees will all be very happy to have them.

I have a nice little pussy willow bush, from cuttings from the giant one at the boys’, which originally came from cuttings at our old house that I gave to my aunt, just waiting to go in. I’m also planning a forsythia, a few butterfly bushes, some Scotch broom, and may throw in a lilac and hydrangea as well. They’ll make a nice ‘curtain’ between us and the neighbors, plus they’ll pretty up the backyard. For a long time, we didn’t plant in the backyard since the boys used it to play baseball or any number of other things. But since they’re not here to do that anymore, the time seems right to add more flowers. I just have to narrow down my choices–there are so many pretties to choose from!

I have a little snippet of story for you today, from Light the Way Home. (And if you haven’t read it yet, clicking on the title will take you to your favorite online bookseller to grab a copy.)


Lucie didn’t argue when Nate refused her help with the dishes. Her insides still quivered from the realization that he was attracted to her.

“I’ll see you in the mornin’, Lucie!” Hayden shouted, hopping on one foot.

She smiled as she put her sweater on. “Yes, you will.” They’d already decided Hayden would join her after breakfast so Nate could cram in a few hours of work before he headed to the hospital to see his dad–and try to get his mother to come home rather than sleep on the less-than-ideal pull-out chair-bed in his dad’s hospital room again.

She wasn’t sure that was a battle he would win, but she understood his concern.

Hayden gave her a quick hug and then ran back to his book in the living room.

“I really do appreciate this, Lucie,” Nate said from where he stood at the sink.

“It’s nothing, Nate,” she said lightly. “Keeps me from having to spend endless hours on job search sites and getting more depressed than I already am.” She kept her head down as she buttoned her sweater up to her chin.

“It isn’t nothing to me.”

His firm, quiet tone snared her attention, and her mouth went dry. The shadows in his brown eyes made her curl her fingers around the edges of her sweater to keep from reaching out.

“I’m not accustomed to asking for help.” He cleared his throat. “I appreciate it.”

She swallowed. “It’s no problem,” she whispered. Dammit–hot, attracted to her, and vulnerable. Shit, that was trouble. She took a slow breath. “I’ll see you in the morning then.” She inched toward the door.

A hint of awareness darkened his eyes, but he stayed where he was. “Good night, Lucie.”

She took two more steps, clearing the doorway to the mud room, and a little relief sank into her belly. Until she heard footsteps behind her.

Within reach of the back door, she whirled. He stood at the open doorway of the kitchen, undisguised desire in his eyes this time. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a quick rush of excitement that she tried to squash as he stepped into the mud room. She held her breath as he took another step. One more. Until he stood a foot away, and her breath rushed out.

He studied her face for a long moment, and she wondered what he saw, what he was looking for. Impulsively, she moved closer to him, noting the way his eyes rounded, and she stretched up to brush a kiss on his mouth, lingered for a second, then stepped back.

“Good night, Nate,” she whispered, reaching behind her for the doorknob.

His dark gaze followed her out the door, and she turned away, a smile curving her lips.


Now it’s time to get to work on revisions on Medusa #2, Protecting Medusa. While I do that, I’m curious. Are you seeing signs of spring where you are right now? Robins? Flowers? Something else? Come tell me, here or on my social media pages. Spring is one of my two favorite seasons.

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