March is a month of considerable frustration it is so near spring and yet across a great deal of the country the weather is still so violent and changeable that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away.
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Spring: so close I can feel the dirt on my hands and taste the first spinach salad of the season.
Meanwhile snow.
Slush too, which is an acceptable and necessary precursor to better days, so easier to bear.
For now I entertain myself indoors and wrestle with the lack of routine.
Maybe next week.
Today: prayer this morning and our annual general meeting at church this evening.
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Simple happy.
A long-overdue coffee date with my BFF.
Store-bought chow mein noodles: so bad for you but so delicious on the palate.
Melting snow.
Conversations with my kiddos.
Middle-of-the-night reading.
Dear Linda, yes, routine. Seems as if every winter I sort of lose my routine because of the cold weather and the wind that is part of the prairie land. That is to say, I stop walking and my routine sort of disintegrates. So I’m looking forward to warmer days when I can hit the sidewalk and get the walk in and come home invigorated and ready to write! Peace.
March is weird here…it’s Spring for a lot of people all over the U.S., but for ND, it’s just more winter. I’m hoping spring comes soon…real real soon!