After a brief teaser from spring, who popped by for a couple of days with her sunny disposition and temperatures warm enough to show a bit of bare ground, prudish winter came back in a rush to cover the ground once more in a thick blanket of snow.¹
The silver lining to those snow-dumping clouds is that I finally got to put Theo in that red snowsuit.
Aside from that, I have lately realized that I’m really behind in my work.
Yes, I know that I’ve known before, but this time the realization has hit me hard. Like a snowball. A packed, icy snowball, that hits me in the face, and knocks me down into a snowbank where I flail awkwardly trying to get myself up, as snow-laden tree branches drop their load on top of me with a whump, getting snow in under my jacket collar.
I’m feeling, as it were, snowed under. Until I manage to dig myself out, I should be spending less time, you know, blogging.
So, once again, I apologize for the general absence of comments, and responses to comments. I’m still reading, but have such limited time with the ability to type.²
And once more, to distract you, I offer you gratuitous baby photos.
¹ Our driveway this year has been variously covered in blankets of snow and sheets of ice. I think at some point there may also have been a mattress pad of slush, topped by an eiderdown of freezing rain.
² Because my hands are numb from playing in the snow without gloves. Or something like that.