I have dwelled long enough on this endless winter. I have felt each fresh snowfall and ice storm in the very core of my being, and I have truly ached for the return of blue skies and a warm, clear sidewalk. I have not used this extra long, extra hard winter as an excuse. In this cold I have left the warm house in the late evening hours to head to the gym without excuse – I was getting too lazy, before. In this cold I have stopped drinking coffee, by the barrel and most preferably with an outer corrugated cardboard sleeve of 65% post consumer recycled content – I was getting too caffeinated, before. In this cold I have braved roads far more treacherous than any I have traversed before to get to work, to school, to parks, to the grocery – I really had no other choice with this one. So, in truth, this winter has not stopped me, or us, just made the bones creak and the skin crack and the cheeks chap and the soul cringe a bit more than usual when the wind picks up out of the north for another day in a row of days, in a month of days, in a season of endless, chilly days.
And apparently it has also inspired in me long winded, nearly run-on sentences that tumble forth effortlessly when the subject of “this winter” comes up on this blog.
But by golly, I think She’s here. She’s really here this time. The days are inching longer, or in the case of Sunday, nudged forward in leaps, making up for the drowsy loss in the morning with extra long inches of sun in the evening. She better be here. Extra sunlight is no good if we can’t shed this crackly skin and skip around in it.
So we were back to the garden this morning, for our first tolerable Wednesday in eons. Still brisk at fifty degrees, but the day warmed up nicely from there.
We tested our shadows out, made their acquaintance again, and marveled at how tall they’ve grown since last fall.
We tiptoed carefully on select pavers.
We ran with the girls of summer who never tuck away their summer dresses or don shoes for the long winter.
She shot some stills of the sheep.
And we marvelled at how much brighter red is against blue.
Blue, blue, blue. Keep it coming. She’s finally here.