I looked in my tote bag this afternoon. There were infinite cough drops and two pairs of gloves. There was a lined leather pair for cold and and a knit pair for snowy days. I had three different lip balms. I was ready to meet most snowy day emergencies. But I was in a daze when I walked outside to run a few errands. The air didn't have a chill and the sun was actually warm. I'd forgotten what the warmth of the sun felt like and I'd stopped believing that spring would one day arrive again no matter how many times I said it would. I'd even come up with a title for this week's "Random 5 Friday. I was going to call it "Tundra Random 5 Friday," in honor of our endless winter.
Not today. Today I fully believe that the gift of spring is slightly more than a month away. I believe that the spring flowers will bloom and we'll once again hear the song of the turtle and they will be still more sweet than usual because of this long, long winter.
It's been a long six weeks, and it would be a lie to say I'd been upbeat the entire time or even most of it. I blogged, I read, I met football players and I saw friends, but the cold, early darkness and snow got to me. I continued a few writing projects, including another article for the Manilla blog, which I'm happy to share. I even started a new project, which I hope to tell you about later in the year.
As always thanks for visiting. Take good care and I hope the gift of spring is right around the corner for you, too.