My current upload of photos indicates why I am so worn out and tired of cleaning. The crafty madness is only second to extreme skiing these days. Even the two littlest have slithered there way into the mix of glitter, paint, and watery clay. And while my heart glows with pride, my insides are in a consistent state of sighing. This week, though filled with warmer temperatures, will surely be wet and muddy and well… messy.
Lucky for me I too have been enjoying the several feet of slushy snow outside before it melts away. This morning I went for a ski that I imagined to be what the afterlife might be like. The sun was streaming through the branches and I could literally taste spring on my lips. The birds were calling from every direction as I entered a clearing, so I stopped and took off my skis, taking a deliberate and very rare, quiet moment to just- be- still. No sounds to be heard except the chickadees and the avalanche of soft, wet snow falling off hemlocks. And more importantly, none which needed attending to. The actual sun was warming my chin and cheeks. I could live off this moment all week, I knew it then and I still do now as I recall it.
Oh my yes, this little gnome was the balm for our souls this long weekend. Needle felting, reading, fort building, 4h meetings and everything in between kept us busy during this incredibly cold weekend. Of course, these activities were scattered amongst this slow moving virus as it makes its way trough our house one person at a time. Painful. We are hoping the warmer weather this week will allow this sickness to take a bow and exit.
So with the suns first light we did this. A snowshoe through the VERY deep snow with a real cute little pup chasing our every step. Even she had a case of cabin fever it seems. My boys were troopers because we may have gone juuuust a bit too far. No complaints though, just lots of pauses and a bit of “hot-co-coa” chanting brought us home. Thank goodness too because I needed it. I needed to move my body and feel my lungs and hear my children’s laughter. I needed a bit of success.
Jasper just announced, “It’s starting to get beautiful outside!”, at the creamy pastel sky, just beginning to lighten up. Of course, we have been up for a while, reading books in the darkness of the November morning. And though we are clearly in the thick of Autumn, the weather has hardly prevented us from any outdoor activity as of yet. Our wood stove has hardly even gotten a proper workout.
But our days are not limited to outdoor excursions, though truth be told, they are surely much more calming and cohesive than the indoor stints. But, we still love our bouts of wild, chaotic, messy crafting, and tiny car lining up, and scissor snipping things we are not supposed to, and bird doodling, and oh so much reading. Miles is nose deep into his third Harry Potter, which I am not entirely sure how I feel about honestly! I believe I am putting a pause button on that one for a time. As for me I have been reading, Salvage the Bones and Behold the Dreamers. I do recommend both!
I am feeling the switch to the cozy indoors. I am relishing in the not quite needing to bundle up entirely section of the year. And I am dreaming up all kinds of crafts I surely won’t have time to do this season. And that is just fine.