At last we are seeing mid-day temperatures above freezing. Though the snow is still a couple of feet deep, we can just start to to imagine the first wafts of spring-like air.
Here’s a breeze with the promise of flowers.
Here in New England we’re waiting for days when the temperature rises above freezing so that the maple sap will run and the sugaring can begin. Then we can start to look forward to mud season, and finally true spring. In the meantime, we remember and dream.
Where did my dreams go?
Interestingly I’m having a period of feeling stuck when I face the blank page again. It comes in waves. I don’t yet know what’s going to free it up this time.