March breaks my heart. It’s supposed to be spring. I wait all winter for March, thinking, "then I can start riding outside, garden, watch little flowers start to sprout." And it always always always is such a bummer of a month! Cold and blustery and snowy. I went for a ride on Friday and was nearly blown off the road. Not smart to ride in 30 mph winds.
I’ve been scrapbooking like crazy, since the creative urge seems to keep depression at bay.
We’ve been building lots of fires in our fireplace, drinking MUCH tea, snuggling with Myles and the kitties. Doing a bit of plumbing (well, Chad is).
And I’ve been listening to Chopin Nocturnes non-stop while reading Edith Wharton’s The Age of Innocence. They go very well together.
And in the midst of all my seasonal blues, I have three things I’m looking forward to:
Double Century Ride in July: Seattle to Portland Classic
New Zealand in late September with MEREDITH!!! WOOOHOOO!!! Very excited about this one!
Orlando in October with Billy, Julie, Luke & Hannah. And we’ll see FAITH!
But those things feel very far away on this cold and lovely March day.
And because I’m having so much fun with these old photos:
Isn’t my dad handsome?
Yeah! Visitors! 🙂 I get back from my trip October 14th or 15th.
Thanks for the reminder that the creative urge beats back depression. Now, if I can only put my urge into practice…
I am loving that scrappy page with the polka dots – you are working some very good hair in that picture too! I spotted something green poking out in my front bed today…. that gives reason to hope!