Even though February was the shortest month of the year, sometimes it seemed like the longest.
We’re barely past the middle of this short-month-that-feels-so-long and I’m done with it. The days are noticeably longer, and we’ve had a smattering of sunny days to keep the winter blahs at bay but, the longing for spring is so strong it almost hurts.
I find myself missing the milder Pacific Northwest where I could, by now, be enjoying the first flowers and where I could spend an hour outside in nature. Here I eschew the cold, and a walk outdoors at these temperatures doesn’t invite me at all.
Thirty-three days until spring. I think I can. I think I can.
Dear Linda, like you, I eagerly await spring. I am self-publishing my convent memoir toward the end of March or the beginning of April. My niece is doing all the Create Space formatting and I”m trying to do the marketing. The writing of the memoir about those 8 1/2 years brought me to tears many times and left me, at the end, with a great appreciation of the convent and the nuns there and the foundation they gave me for the rest of my life. So I’m eager to get published! Peace.
I’m so done with winter…it hurts my face. Here in North Dakota, USA, we can expect about two more months of winter. Groan. But at least I’m near family, I have a job, a roof over my head, and I just paid all my bills. I’m grateful for all of that. But please, Spring, come soon.