My desire for spring to come as early as possible (with all due respect to the environment and what it needs) is twofold:
- One, my southern soul is damn sick of winter, ice, complicated driving, colds, and stir-crazy animals.
- Two, my winter jacket won't zip up respectably anymore. I can zip it - and I take pride in that - but my pregnant belly tugs at the seams, and that's just not cute. So I've been breezing around with my long black coat flapping open Matrix-style, and all that's missing is the pleather jumpsuit and heavy weaponry.
Another sign of hope: the hens are laying three eggs a day again! Go, ladies, go! They are celebrating the increased daylight, as am I.
We've also continued to work on our house in advance of Baby #2, at whose arrival all normal endeavors and projects will cease and we will simply concentrate on survival. The (dirty, rusted) vintage hand-painted trays I love are on our newly yellow kitchen walls. They combat the winter blues, even if they hang a little funny. Happiness.
In a final sign that the snowy humdrum is subsiding, Fray-monster decided she was really into the Go-Go's during yesterday's car ride. After the song was over she continued to assure me that Mama had the beat, Frasier had the beat, and Dada had the beat...yeaaaaah -WE GOT IT!