February in Vermont is a strange animal. I wrote about this fact a bit in the introduction of the latest issue of Alphabet Glue, which is where I generally warehouse my thoughts on seasonal living and parenting. The thing about February, you see, is that February is a month-long moment of realization: Oh, wow. Winter isn't even close to over yet. This news can be hard to take, especially on the days early in the month when night still begins around 4 p.m. and the temperatures are often below zero.
But I am finding that mid-February often brings that salve for the soul that can be so absent in the earlier days of winter: sun.
It is actually pretty amazing what a bit of good sunlight coming through the windows on a cold and snowy morning can do. For all of us.
And, somehow the weekend is here again. Which helps, too. There will have to be some obligatory household oriented behavior, to be sure. Things like floor mopping and laundry tackling. Washing and drying kid mittens for the fifteen billionth time this winter.
But I'm also hoping to find some time to do a bit of writing on a top-secret project I'm working on with Dawn. And to knit a few rows on the Tea Leaves. The baby will eat dried figs and chase the cat, very likely all at once. The big kid will read about Jane Goodall and help a friend give her pets a bath. We might bake cookies.
Happy weekend, all.
