Winter is drawing to a close. But I’m not quite ready for spring, even though it’s one of my favorite seasons. Here’s why I’m trying to live in the last bits of winter.
1. I refuse to think about all the weeds the last snowfalls germinated. It will be thousands. Tens of thousands. Or, given I spent the late fall working on the kitchen reno, instead of weeding…hundreds of thousands.
I
prefer to think about the view from my office as snow falls.
I prefer to think about them walking on the frozen pond, very peeved they can’t swim.
3.
I refuse to think that I will soon be changing clothes five times a day.
1.
Early morning: undershirt, shirt, jeans, wool sweater.
2.
Morning: remove wool sweater.
3.
Noon: remove undershirt.
4.
Afternoon: exchange a long-sleeved shirt for short-sleeved.
5.
Late afternoon: shorts and t-shirt.
6.
Dinner: jeans, undershirt, long sleeves, and wool sweater.
7.
Bedtime: fleece jammies, undershirt, heating pad.
Seven times a day... I’m going back to bed and pulling the covers over my head. I don't even want to think about the time change.
4. I refuse to think about kitchen reno, part five. Painting the upper cabinets. I really, really want to do this—to finish part five of a six-step reno. But that means a disaster, stench, and exhaustion.
I prefer to think about how much I love what we’ve already done.
But the upper cabinets are pretty yellowed...
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| Crocuses |
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| Snowdrops |
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| A hellebore |
