What day is it today...?

This morning I woke up wondering what day of the week it is. I really didn't know!

First I began to panic: Was I becoming "forgetful"? Was old age creeping up and ravaging my memory?

Or did it really matter? I have always enjoyed a schedule-free life with lots of impulsive surprises, a sense of freedom to do whatever I want at any given moment.














And this morning I want to be outdoors. Early spring flowers are blooming in a corner where I could easily not even see them. And tiger lilies are beginning to sprout under the pine tree.














Whatever day it is, it's spring! And that's all that really matters!