The end of February, I keep reminding myself of this every time I feel overwhelmingly depressed by the fact that it did not magically turn into summer while I was sleeping; it's the end of February and the days are at least noticeably lighter even if they are so cold your skin falls off. I need spring, and I'm imagining that come the calendar day of spring it will also be beautiful and mild outside. Ha!
So, we hung some seed bells for the birds yesterday, and shoveled our way around the house to make a path and bundled ourselves and went sledding down the hills. I fell head first off the sled into the snow and it was So. Cold. Oh my.
But soon it will be Spring.
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