March is a fickle month weather wise. After some nice warmish days we are back to cold 40 degree days, with some local areas reporting snow showers. Charlie/Mewdini came to visit before it turned cold again and you can see he is still in full winter wool. He does enjoy having his fur ruffled.
Blooming has been delayed a few weeks, but now, driving around to appointments, we see many yards with pink flowering trees and yellow Forsythia, like this one in our yard, in full bloom. It's pink and yellow time, and the magnolias are ready to burst their buds.
Daffodils are in bloom, and in the Skagit Valley the fields of daffodils are the prelude to the tulips to come in a few more weeks.
While I'm not marching, I am walking without my walker. I have graduated to one walking stick in the house and two outside. Yesterday, exactly two weeks to the hour from my hip surgery, we went back to our Friday morning breakfast with friends. I had to get up a little extra early to get there on time, but I was up, showered, coifed, dressed, had my first daily round of PT exercises complete, and we were at the restaurant by 8:40, only 10 minutes late. It was great to get out and see friends.
We have my surgical wound issue under control and an appointment next Friday to deal with any lingering hematoma. My "good leg" knee is settling down after its swelled up protest. I am moving around pretty well and doing most of the cooking for dinner each evening. Tom is available to fetch things. As of today I am resuming my daily walk down the 150 ft driveway out to the street to fetch the morning paper and then the afternoon mail. I haven't moved back into bed for sleeping yet, but I'm getting OK sleep at night in my recliner.
Slowly I am reclaiming some of my life back. Tom will have the burden/pleasure of doing all of the yard work for quite a while yet, so I am freeing him up from tending to me as fast as I can. And I'm keeping him well fed. By next week I should even be able to help with the grocery shopping.
We're marching along.