So little snow remains in the sheltered areas of the gardens. The ground is very soft, and according to the garage kitten’s paws when they return to the porch, very muddy. Most likely, if I were more up to par, I would have muddy shoes to add to the mix, as it would be hard not to walk to the backyards to check out the remains of winter.
As I enjoyed my rocker in the porch, I left the east patio door cracked a bit and for three hours Butter Ball and Snuggles were in their glory coming in and out at will. Several times, Snuggles executed perfect tumble moves as he batted about dry leaves that the breeze was taking across the patio. I had taken an extra blanket out to the rocking chair and I did doze off several times. The birds singing, sunshine abound and the antics of the kittens were the perfect tranquil setting for good rest needed for recovery.
As I trolled on the Internet for information on shingles, I do know that it will be some time before I know if there are lasting effects to deal with. Several articles mentioned continued fatigue, pin pricks felt in the areas where the shingle blisters were or actual ghost pains. Why would I worry about things yet to be and miss out on these first great days of the spring to come.
It’s about suppertime and I think that calls for a bowl of soap and some fruit. Yup, Stauffer Avenue is still pretty great.