Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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.
Stories told by Molly around 12:28 PM