This is what it looks like where I live right now, at the tail-end of March.
Snowy and muddy and very much still winter.
I was supposed to go to Vermont for the weekend to visit a friend and her new(ish) baby, but I came down with a cold and didn't want to go coughing all over my friend's baby.
Vermont wouldn't have been much of an improvement in climate, but it would have been away, which is something I've been needing lately.
As it turned out, the kids were gone for most the weekend, so it was almost like a vacation, at least from other people's needs.
I found myself in a nearly empty house with a lot of free time, which is a state I dream about but rarely experience, yet I couldn't settle down to do anything.
Whatever powers the perpetual motion that propels me through winter seems to have run out of fuel.
I spent a fair amount of time working on my final project for my naturalist class. I was pretty excited by this turtle for about a minute after I finished it, and then my mind spun into the abyss of "my drawings are so flat I don't understand perspective and they have no character and this is going to be the worst project ever."
It was time to get outside.
A walk to the (starting to break up) river, and some time just lying around doing absolutely nothing, followed by a little reading and daydreaming helped. Funny how hard it is to do nothing.
When E and Z got home Sunday afternoon, we did a little half-hearted Easter decorating.
It's kind of hard to get in the Easter spirit with snow still so deep I sank up over my knees when I went off trail.
We didn't have any wheat berries for starting Easter grass and no one even dressed up in the bunny costume and hid eggs.