Last night I dreamed all the snow had melted; I dreamed a month had ecologically passed in fast-forward. I'm jealous when I see images such as those on this post or this post, where the snow has vanished and green has begun to creep back in. I love the edges of spring. Christmas may have lost its utter arms-open joy (though what a pleasure it is to watch children on this holiday!), but the giddiness stirs when I think of spring.
I have a massively oppressive and much-neglected to-do list, one I wish would simply vanish, but the only way to accomplish this is to roll up those metaphorical sleeves and dig in. Sigh.
3 comments:
we're still covered in snow if it makes you feel any better...while at the bottom of the village, it's all brown and gray. it's amazing to me that there can be such differences in only a few miles. "edges of spring". love that.
Ah, Molly, the grass is always greener...my littles are still sad we never got snow this year. I have to say, I am too, as nice as it is to be planting the garden. xox
Maybe the to-do list can wait a bit longer...I'd like to hear more about the melted snow dream.
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