Hello friends, Happy spring! We made it! I love the weird smell of fresh earth as the snow melts here in the North. It makes me feel like anything is possible, which is probably my favorite feeling. It’s been a long, lingering winter here in Minnesota, with the kind of grey skies and record snowfall that makes even the hardiest of us ask, “Why do we live here again?” Yet there’s nothing like springtime after the iciest days, the feeling of the sun on bare arms, the warmth of the light again. A winter like we just had reminds me of the thickest parts of grief, where you wonder if things will ever feel manageable again. And then, somehow, it changes.
We made it this far
We made it this far
We made it this far
Hello friends, Happy spring! We made it! I love the weird smell of fresh earth as the snow melts here in the North. It makes me feel like anything is possible, which is probably my favorite feeling. It’s been a long, lingering winter here in Minnesota, with the kind of grey skies and record snowfall that makes even the hardiest of us ask, “Why do we live here again?” Yet there’s nothing like springtime after the iciest days, the feeling of the sun on bare arms, the warmth of the light again. A winter like we just had reminds me of the thickest parts of grief, where you wonder if things will ever feel manageable again. And then, somehow, it changes.