Sylvia and I started a batch of carrot bread (with cinnamon, coconut, and slivered almonds) this morning while the snow was melting outside.
Sylvia returned to her weaving several times throughout the day.
We were in long enough for Ayla to nap, and for us to have some lunch and play Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?: Junior Detective Edition.
Dr. Seuss games on the computer and being read aloud to (and snuggled) by me, with Ayla of course happily and loudly in the middle of it all. Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie with classic illustrations by Scott Gustafson for Camille. (It took Scott Gustafson more than 4 years to create the oil paintings that illustrate this book). And The Birchbark House by Louise Erdrich for Sylvia. (I had read this author in a Native American literature class in college and was excited to see a novel by her for young readers).
The carrot bread didn't turn out (overdone on the outside and gooey in the middle), but everything else about this day positively sung of spring. The sunshine soaked in and warmed me throughout, and I feel renewed.