This is the time of year when the birds are full of song, the turkeys are doing their mating dance in the backyard, and the wind carries the scent of lilacs and apple blossoms through the kitchen window.
As I continue my training as a professional lounger, I thought I’d share a blog I wrote about change. Although I’m getting better at “adaptation” I have to admit that adjusting to post-shutdown life has been tricky...
I’m sitting here in my office, bathed in the cool light of winter. The winds are howling outside, lifting the powdery snow high in the air. Now and then I swear I see a dancing, white fairy, but she quickly disappears with the next strong gust.
I woke at sunrise to find translucent clouds of puffy air drifting over steel blue water before vanishing in the rising light. On the days when I find mist floating above the reservoir behind our home I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.