It has definitely felt like spring the last week or so. Days of sun interspersed with gentle rain showers have been the norm. Daffodils grow and glow in yards long muted by the cold of winter. Windows have been cracked just a little bit wider at night.
I sat outside for hours today at the old wood table on the deck at the front of the house. The sky was a perfect blue. The sun warmed my legs as a cool breeze wrapped around my neck and burrowed into my hair. I read a new book, studied a course I’m taking, and sipped nettle tea made from the young plants I foraged last year. Later, I turned over dirt in the front beds and planted some heather. I didn’t get to the pansies. Maybe tomorrow. There’s not much else out there yet, if you don’t like primroses. Now, a loaf of whole wheat bread is in the oven and beans are soaking for a healthy meal tonight. I think I’ll take a walk, but not until darkness is just about to fall.
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slow notes: {A new name for read/watch/listen}
This music, inspired by one of my favorite books.
Struggling with allergies and reading here about things to consider, including the helpfulness of local honey.
Dreaming of a natural yard and some lovely things that could replace our lawn.
I’m making this tonight to go with the bread. Simple meals that lean heavily toward a wfpb way of eating are my favorite.
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Crack your window a little bit more tonight and welcome sweet dreams of spring.