Busy busy

What is it with To-Do lists? I'm going to Mexico in a couple of weeks to meet up with my son, who I haven't seen since last century, and suddenly the lists start sprouting on my desk. And though I keep crossing things off, they just keep getting longer anyhow.

(I just now thought of two more tasks that must be added. When will this end?)

In all my busyness, sometimes I pause to look out the window. And even through rain-washed glass and insulating plastic sheeting, the forsythia on the lawn is glorious.

Ahhhh!

Random shot at windowsill stuff. Just because. The purple scrap is a finished African violet.

Now. Back to work. Gotta get ahead of those lists.