Last week the weather went from snow to glorious-the angels-are-singing-and-I-will-stay-outside-and-move-compost-and-plants-way-past-dinnertime-sun in one day. That sun was pretty much gone by Sunday, but for the few days it was here we reveled. The last few days have been rainy and feel a little like a let down even when they are not unexpected. After a few days of being able to be outside almost all day, the house feels cramped with paper scraps and toys.
We have gotten out, of course. We get outside every day and the smallest boy doesn’t care what the weather is; he announces, “shoe! shoe!” at the door almost first thing in the day. Really the rain at this time of year is made all the more bearable by the warmth. Yesterday he and I harvested some veggies for the family and a trade account and it was so nice I had to take off some of the wool I set out in. And the birds, so chipped themselves with all that bird song. It is hard not to stay outside even as our pant legs get soaked.
We are at that point in the year when our bodies and minds feel a driving energy that time inside just doesn’t suit. We can get creative and stave off true cabin fever for now, but who doesn’t really just want to be out in the dirt right now? I know I do.