Phew. The Connecticut temperatures are doing their best to keep winter air hanging onto the outdoor world. I see the temperatures climbing up for the Easter Bunny, which we can all use, because we're decorating rocks this years. The price of eggs have not come down at all.
This morning, the students have departed campus, leaving some of us in our offices doing administrative work, but I did find a second to get my shin-high grass mowed. I should have worn gloves - it was that cold. I am now awaiting soil therapy and thinking about the landscaping joy to come.
An etheree poem is a ten line pome that goes 1 syllable, to two syllables, all the way down to ten. I learned something new yesterday and realized that poem naturally takes a shape worth mirroring, which I tried for my early morning wake-up call (the April tradition I've grown to love). Ah, but now I need to think about reports, planning, and marketing that I've been putting on the back burner for a while. I suppose this is the Director part of my job.
