…when I just can’t seem to take it anymore. The winter, the cold, the being trapped indoors because when I try to take Q out for our walks these days, the wind is so strong it takes her breath away. Literally. So, we’re sort of hibernating these days. And waiting out the rest of this seemingly endless winter. And its the anticipation of practically living outdoors once spring arrives, that keeps my spirits up on these cloudy, grey days.
And just when I think I can’t take the grey days anymore, I come downstairs to big, fat, beautiful snow flakes dancing all over the backyard. And I’ve got a crock pot full of oatmeal laced with apples and cinnamon simmering away. And my sewing machine set up on the dining room table with a project in the works. And a snuggly babe in my lap as I type. And fingers ready to bust out a few rows of the honey cowl when the babe goes down for a nap. And a hubby who is about to wake up any minute and light a fire for us. Where we can hibernate in comfort for hopefully just a few more days.