Ramble Round My Garden

The past couple days have been interesting for me. I've had intimations of mortality twice, once last week when an ancient baby tooth crumbled after I bit into a delicious piece of crusty bread, and Thursday when my left eye sported a large new floater and began flashing. The tooth turned out fine. A quick trip to the dentist spiffed it up with what seemed to be to be a fancy version of auto body filler. I love being able to come to an appointment in the middle of the day. I was more nervous about the eye, since six years ago I had similar symptoms, and ended up having surgery for a detached retina. But it appears that this time my eye isn't looking at hospitalization. The doctor said it was just a vitreous detachment, a common occurrance in nearsighted folks over 50. She sent me home with Darth Vader sunglasses to protect my dilated eyes, and I spent the next few hours grateful to be able to read, sketch, and see my spring garden with two eyes. One ironic thing, I was afraid I would have to call our local school for the visually handicapped and tell them I couldn't judge their forensics meet last night. As it was, I did judge two rounds of young people who really did lose their sight. I felt incredibly lucky.
This morning my back yard is rain-washed, and sparkling. I missed getting a photo of the crocus that were so pretty yesterday because the rain beat them into purple pulp on the ground. But the daffodils, pansies and bloodroot are all lovely. The forsythia is blooming too, and the Virginia bluebells aren't far behind. This is the nicest time in my shady yard, and I want to spend as much time looking at it as I can.