Today was rainy weepy and I realized I do not have a jacket for this in-between fake almost spring weather. It's also time to change my flannel bedsheets since I wake up drenched in sweat.
Personal transitions into Spring :
more knitting more reading more loving
less caring less engaging less lethargic less scatterbrained
Spring is symbolic of re-birth, so Attn : Mother Nature it's time to vaginally birth your child, little baby-sprouting-tulip-poppin' Spring. Also, you can relax on the rain and perhaps make it so the mulch on the fields around here don't smell so strongly of dead humans? Ok, thanks.