Writing about the unseasonably warm weather we enjoyed for a few days last week certainly seems to have jinxed it. The rains came back with a vengeance. They always do though, this time of year.
And I think I’m going to be OK with it (as long as it stops, to some degree, by spring). Rains, of course, mean rainbows and feeling snug and secure in our new home, which is neither damp nor cold. After last year’s temporary quarters in a house that was constantly both of those things, in a year that broke records for being rainy and awful, our state of accommodation this year leaves so much to be grateful for.
There’s still so much to do out in the yard, but in the face of all that rain I’m staying inside. I’ve got bread to bake and laundry to do.
In all honestly, I’ll probably spend a good amount of time right here at the kitchen table, gazing outside. Trying to figure out where I want to plant the vegetables in the garden come spring. Appreciating the form of that graceful old apple tree. Hoping that sooner or later we can find a spot to store the ladders and all the wood that Jasper wanted to save, and to get rid of the two piles of heaped up metal. Wondering how much work it’s going to be to remove that old gravel driveway.
It’s not supposed to stop raining anytime soon, so I think I’ll be here for awhile. That’s okay. My feet are by the heater, and my thoughts are full of spring.