Winter Blues-kinda

I daresay I had a bit of the winter blues the the last couple weeks. I left my Christmas stuff up until the 14th trying to combat the feeling but in the end the holly jolliness of my tree was bringing me down. Just reminding me that Christmas had passed. It took a break from the 40 and 50 degree days we'd been having and a light dusting of snow to make me realize I was craving the cold. I just want the seasons to be what they are supposed to be. Is that too much to ask? 

The sunshine and higher temps had me confused and wanting to go dig in my garden. But it was still too cold and obviously too early for such. At the same time It was too warm to just stay inside. See? Confusing. I was becoming a bit of a basket case. I told Jerrel, "I think I have seasonal affective disorder!" (I understand what the disorder is and that it's not what I have nor is it really a joking matter) He simply replied, "That's a real thing." Thanks for the encouragement dear. 

But like I said the temps have turned frigid-for now. A dusting of snow has fallen and I seem to have my groove back. My trompin' in the snow, rosy cheek loving, hot tea drinking, groove back. That doesn't stop me however, from dreaming about dirt under my fingernails and the signs of tiny sprouts in my garden. Just this morning it was snowing just perfectly and I was thoroughly enjoying the sight while looking at my seed catalog. Basket case I tell ya. 

I was itching to do something "gardeny" and I remembered I had saved some parsley from our herb garden. I cut and hung it up in November-that's how mild our weather has been. So I prepared it for my spice rack and felt fulfilled with growing, preserving, and then using our own parsley. 

Then I went to put the jar away and I felt terrified. The shelf was a disaster zone. I like order and neatness but I'm not always particular or patient enough to keep the order. I know Jerrel had this cabinet all organized at one time but since then the cooking responsibilities have totally flip-flopped. I cook about 75% of the time now so it's more my domain and the messes are my fault. Just comes with the territory I guess. So when I opened the door I couldn't breathe. I had to immediately organize. That's how I work. One moment it doesn't bother me the next it's too much.

It was like a Space Bag commercial TOO MUCH STUFF NOT ENOUGH SPACE. Actually that is kinda my entire life. 

I got it all taken care of and categorized and my OCD husband is happy, happy, happy. 

Any bets on how long it will last?

We have bundled up and tromped in the snow, enjoying the brisk air. On one trip to the mailbox I took the camera out and Chester looked so pretty-I mean handsome that he was the focus of my shoot. If you want to get the full experience of what it was like taking these pictures just keep saying "Sit. Sit Chester. Stay. Stay Chester. CHESTER SIT." That dog is a NUT.

You're welcome for the peek into my life. 

The two honyaks just kept inching closer to me and getting cuter. Neither can sit still to save their soul.

Pretty soon I had this:

Which turned out to be my favorite picture of the escapade.

I've spent much of the week at home and it's been wonderful. Can you tell? I'm especially chatty today. I have accomplished so much. Both necessities and hobbies. Today I'm heading in to see a sweet friend and her fellow dictator. We call our children that and we are allowed to.

Because we are the Mommas that why.


1 comment:

  1. I know just how you feel about the weather. Its got my moods up and down. I just wish it would it would be winter with snow. I just Love the second picture of Chester and Milly how precious!! You can tell their pals!!