February 28, 2013
In a few short hours it will be Friday again and the first day of March. It's been a week since I've written here and I wish I could say it's been an exciting one, but the truth is, it's been quiet and routine. But that's okay with me. The ground is still covered in a heavy blanket of snow, the wind is still chilly and stings your cheeks, the fireplace still burns until bedtime and soup feeds us almost every night.
The arrival of spring always brings the hope of new beginnings. In preparation, I have cleaned and lightened every corner of the house, getting rid of things that no longer inspire me. I feel so desperate lately for open airy spaces, bright and calm, peaceful and uncluttered. Maybe because it's felt like an eternity since it was warm enough to be outside where I'm not cluttered by walls and stuff. I feel like I can breath again now, even in this crazy mix of hats and scarves and spring cleaning.