After teasing us with several summery days, snow and hard frost decided to try and pin spring back down. It can’t last. The hyacinth have already pushed through.
I feel like pushing through, too.
My son is becoming a more private person, so I’ve been rethinking this space and what I can write in it. I’m not exactly sure I have it figured out, but I think I’m ready to try.
I miss writing as a daily practice.
And if it doesn’t work out, then… April Fools.