There are good spirits and bad spirits, I believe. I can’t control the world’s spirits, but I can control which ones I wish to hang out with. I said today was a good spirits day in honor of the beautiful blue Spring and the end of winter.

A good spirit was in our bedroom, greeting me with this beautiful sight.

Good spirits hover all over sheep-eating grass; they’ve been waiting for all winter and are very happy when there is fresh green grass.

Donkeys are the good spirits of the animal world, peaceful and loving.  They reek of calm and perspective.

Fate and Zinnia qualify as soundlessly good spirits.

 

I am getting ready to plant four Lisianthus plants on Thursday, they are tender, but I think we’re out of the frost danger by the end of this week. I’ve said that before and been wrong, but I’m taking the plunge. Beautiful spirits.