As I write this, we have another wintery day in the midst of this Spring. More snow that won’t stay but will make everything cold and icy again… more freezing winds… more reminders that Winter is a bully and her shyer, timid sister Spring cannot seem to break out and take over like she should.
I feel so much better when its sunny and the weather is warm enough where I can walk outside without hiding my face beneath a scarf, without pulling my coat tighter and walking faster to get back inside. I like it when I can enjoy the backyard, just listening to the birds and making glass sculptures and connecting with God.
But it’s not just me. Genevieve is dealing with spring fever also. Hitting the door a bunch of times, then walking around outside like she’s in a daze, trying to sniff for rabbits but then feeling cold herself and coming back inside… only to go back out again a few minutes later.
She begs to go outside….
… and then when we’re out, she can’t wait to come back in. She searches out any patch of sun and plops down, staring into space while she tries to figure out why that sun doesn’t seem to want to stay outside.
I can relate.
