Spring comes a little earlier at my current Indiana latitude than the southern shores of Lake Ontario where I most recently lived. But, winter certainly wants to make sure we don’t forget about it too easily. The weather is positively gross today — cold, heavy raindrops slopping themselves onto the earth with no regard for how saturated the ground already is from last week’s rainstorms.
Resting feels easier to justify on days like these, since it’s not like you can go outside and dig in the garden or chop up firewood, unless you like being cold and soaked to the bone. When the wind howls through the corners of the screen door and the temps dance erratically around the freezing point, your bones just know it’s a day for indoor chores and leisure. Wash the dishes, read a book. Pull freshly fluffed blankets out of the hot dryer and take a nap. This is the bread for today, and it is very good.
Angela At-Large 