At least, it looks warmer. I know it isn’t really that warm out yet, I just let the dogs outside and there a frigid wind blowing through our little cove in the side of the hill where our house is. My heart can’t decide what it wants; we’re stuck between winter and spring and part of me is pining for deep snow and cozy fires and the other part of me wants budding wildflowers and the return of the bees.
Certainly, the long light and warmer days of spring-into-summer will be a welcome addition to our workshop; currently the concrete floors sap the warmth from the room and makes it difficult to work there for long periods of time. But there are other things to be done, warmer things, tasks that take me inside and sometimes even gratefully under a blanket for the evening, and when it’s so cold and windy outside I don’t mind that at all.
Im learning a new apocalypse-skill, how to tie sutures, and it’s surprisingly challenging and fun. Hopefully I never have to use it, but the practice of it is essentially like sitting around darning socks. (Not that I’ve ever darned a sock, either, mind you.)
Here are a few of the sunniest and warmest pics from my camera roll to represent my yearning for summer.
