OK, I won't lie, I'm weary of winter. February is almost over and everything is covered in deep ice and snow and I want it to be gone. I slipped and fell on the ice yesterday and whacked my kneecap against the car. Various family members have been feeling low, whether from sickness and fever or from restlessness and lack of outdoor warmth.
Our plans were cancelled so often for thundering ice storms or blustering snow accumulation that even my introverted self felt a little isolated. The more extroverted among us felt it more deeply.
There's the start of a new project...
and spying our first robin of the year.
Surely, he thinks spring can't be that far off, and the migrating geese seem to be in agreement.
We made a trip into the city to run errands and be with some favorite-est friends to blow off some of our cabin fever.
*photo by Camille
I can say that I'm both weary of February and making the best of it anyway. Even while there is a deep longing for springtime, there is a stillness here now that invites connection in the home. I can appreciate the child sitting on my lap on the rocking chair in front of the woodstove. I can connect during long stretches of time for playing board games and math games and rediscovering old favorite computer games (Fidget). I can revel in the mess of tangled, snuggling limbs that is my cozy bed in February. Every girl in the house has been falling asleep in my bed watching DragonflyTV and Design Squad (on PBSKids on the Roku) every night this week. There is a feeling of hibernation, of creative ideas simmering just below the surface. While we are awaiting the thaw, there is a need to dig a little deeper for gratitude (for me), but it's there.