I took Charlie out for a walk yesterday and came across the first of the wild roses.  I waited a while for the bee to be done and leave, but that didn't happen.  That bee was getting all of the pollen in that rose.   
 

We also came across these anemones.  They were beside the pathway, on the outside of someone's fence.  Someone had taken the time to plant them for everybody to enjoy.

Yesterday morning was lovely and sunny.  The lilacs are ready to bust out.  The cat loves being outside this time of year.  She moves from the sun to the shade, and then back again.  She can't get out of the yard, her arthritis is too bad for her to get over the fence, so she has to make do with the mice she finds in the yard.

My husband woke me up at 1:34 this morning to tell me that Charlie has an ear infection and that he wouldn't stop shaking his head (the dog, not my husband).  "You need to do something," he said.

"Now?" I said.  I got up and tried to clean Charlie's ear with a damp cloth and there is old blood in his ear. I gently rubbed inside of his ear and he moaned.  I've made an appointment for him this afternoon.  Charlie is not a fan of the vet, and the vet is not a fan of Charlie, but I need more antibiotics for the poor guy.  I'll put his muzzle on and we'll get it done.  And then I'll have to muzzle him each time I put the drops in his ears.  He trusts me more than he did two years ago, but still not that much.  He's an anxious dog.

I'm done building at pottery.  Our last building class was this morning and then next week we have two days to glaze everything.  I've made a fair bit this time around and I am improving.  I'll have photos when everything is glazed and fired.

I want to thank everyone for their kind words about my poem.  I have a hard time publishing poems, because, what if someone doesn't like it.  What if it's no good.  I liked it and I needed to get it out of my brain. 

Last week I was sick and then I was cleaning out my old condo, again.  I think being in my old condo, putting it up for sale, again, brought back a lot of old memories.  And then I started reading "My Friends" by Fredrik Backman which is a sad book about grief and anxiety and childhood friends, I cried and I cried, and then I cried some more.  I think I just needed to let go of that grief and I do feel better now.  Grief is strange and hits sometimes out of the blue, even grief that you think you're past.  I bought that condo when my ex-husband and I split up.  It was my safe place, my place to start over, and I did.  I met my hubby when I lived there, and then he lived in the condo with me.  Our life grew and we moved on to this house.  Now it's time to let the condo, and all that it meant to me, go.

UPDATE:  My husband said I made him look like an asshole by waking me up.  He didn't know what to do about Charlie.  He said, Charlie was going crazy.