That Time of the Year.
If you've ever lived in the Pacific Northwest, maybe you know what I mean. It's March. That means it's been cold, dark, windy, and rainy for about seventy-two thousand consecutive days. Or five months. Whatever. Nothing much exciting has happened since Christmas. And the majority of us can't just jet off to somewhere bright, warm, and sunny. So we've just been putting one foot in front of the other and plodding through these mundane days and weeks and months. Because that's what you do. You keep going. You try to keep the fridge full and the laundry empty and the schoolwork done and everyone sane, here at La Casa de Mentia.
And good grief that sounds depressing.
Which is not what I meant at all. It's just kind of BO-RING. Nothing fabulously blog-worthy or even memorable. Hence, the lack of posting.
Yes. It's spring. And the first day of spring looked about like this:
With a few moments of this:
But a lot more rain than anything else.
And then last night it snowed. Yes, it snowed. And hailed. And sleeted. And rained. A lot. Welcome, welcome spring... fah-who-for-aze, dah-who-dor-aze, yadda yadda yadda.
Which probably explains why it's so enticing to start planning the next school year. Ooo! Something new and fresh, instead of stale and mundane! I have piles of books in my office that I want to use for Gunnar's chemistry lessons and for Wyatt's study of government and economics. I'm ready to look at the calendar and start dividing everything into thirty-six nice, tidy, manageable units of work. And then maybe start another quilt. Something with some bright, summery colors. Anything, to distract me from one more drab, gray, rainy day.
But spring is trying to come. Gunnar and I have seen a lot of these on our walks lately. They're Oso Berry, or Indian Plum. Crush the vivid green leaves and you'll smell cucumber.
The spots of bright green bring a very welcome splash of color to the drab winter look of the woods.
And tonight (and tomorrow afternoon), Wyatt and I are off to our Easter performances of Vivaldi's Gloria, along with selections from Mendelssohn's Elijah. Ahhh, now that's food for the soul :D