Just maybe, spring might come eventually. I’m starting to think it might be possible. It feels like there has been a bit of a shift. More light. Thank goodness for the light! Usually the grey of winter doesn’t really get to me, but this year, oh this year, it honestly felt oppressive. I’m currently reading this book, with the optimistic hope that we’ll be hitting mud season ourselves soon. Strange to be looking forward to mud and muck and constantly needing to mop. But the fact is making the transition from heaps of snow to fields of flowers means a good bit of mud in-between. So I say bring on the mud! I’m not very far into the book, but it’s made me laugh several times already, that seems like a good sign. As a side note: I’m looking to stock my nightstand with post-baby reading material, nothing too, too serious or too intense. Any good book suggestions?
Other good signs; the sap is running! We have quite a few trees tapped at this point, with buckets being emptied into barrels before bedtime each night. And the birds….the birds are different now. There are robins about. Rosebud stood at the window scolding them last week for being silly enough to come out into the snow. The occasional purple finch stops by our feeder. The boys have reported hearing phoebes calling when they go out to chop wood. Even the winter birds seem to be more active. Last week we saw a pileated woodpecker, a barred owl and a bald eagle in a two day span.
Màiri and I have been working on some little embroidery projects. Late in the afternoon, when I need to put my feet up for a bit, we sit side by side and stitch away.