Last night I drifted off to sleep to the steady drip of the melting snow. In the wee hours of the dark night I was awakened by the same drip, drip, drip, and then again early this morning. All through breakfast and well into the evening—drip, drip, drip. The snow’s melting away and leaving a mess of slush and muck in the place of its pure fresh beauty. We are finally starting to thaw out here after being under the spell of a winter white storm (Helena) along with a few days of warding off cabin fever. Honey and I took Miss Paisley out on several icy walks over the past few days that were followed by blow dry sessions to thaw out our icicle-laden frosty dog. She’s a real trooper!
I don’t mind winter, but snow’s not really my thing. I can get into it for a day or two with a mug of hot chocolate and a bowl of something hot for supper. Then, I’m done. The winters on the east coast can have bouts of long gray days where I usually find myself cozying up inside after a morning trek on the nearby trail or trip to the gym. With the crispy crunchy days of autumn gone, I find myself suddenly dreaming of indoor projects and whipping up comfort food while still trying to stay somewhat in shape. The muffin top I’d managed to shrink some is making a grand reappearance though.
And with the lack of fresh berries at the market during these chilly months, I was ever so happy to find a “new to me” brand of frozen blueberries from Maine that are super sweet. My healthy breakfast bowl is back, so that’s a start.
Well, after several days of being cooped up in the ol’ cottage, I’m feeling a bit of a shuffle and fluff marathon coming on for tomorrow. With everyone having been home for so many days in a row, this shabby cottage of mine is in a state of disarray. Nothing brings my energy back and spirits up like a good, steady pillow shuffle and tidy up afternoon of foofing and fluffing. And maybe a cup of tea.
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