I’m sick. It’s probably to be expected. Lots of flights. Lots of public spaces. Lots of germs.

I’m snuggled up inside, doing quiet activities – needlework, reading, writing letters. So appreciative for the original radiator heat in the house that feels like a warm hug all around. So appreciative of blankets crocheted by friends that drape over me.

I glanced out of the window. THERE IS SNOW! It is the middle of March, and there is snow falling on the just blooming daffodils and hyacinths and crocus and hellebores and pansies. The juxtaposition is almost too much for me to process. And as unexpected as it is, it’s also painfully beautiful. The first signs of spring meeting the last remnants of winter.