Is it me or are these slow winter days not so very slow anymore? (And frankly, this year, not so very wintery either?) Maybe it’s that my oldest daughter was married this month but is back home while her husband is training in the army. With weeks left before she moves hopelessly far away, every moment that passes is sand slipping through my fingers. Or it could be that so many of the things we wanted to get done before the (perhaps literal) waters of the spring rush flood over us.

So many things that could be done, that should be done during the winter, were on last winter’s to-do list now looking like they’re going to be on next winter’s list too. All the little winter projects I had been hoping to do, learning embroidery, sewing napkins, and finishing the house, to name a few. The lumber for the barn hasn’t been timbered with only weeks before the invasive plants come out of dormancy and block our way. The fencing isn’t ready for the sheep. Yet again, I’m having to lay down my goals for the school year and try to be content with what did get done instead of the dream year I envisioned. 

All these plans and yet, here we are, with this year’s garden seeds already sprouting in their trays.