Spring comes early here for my snowy muscle memory of springs.  I like this A LOT. I don't have to wait for it, there is no series of days or weeks of my mind going to that place it tries not to, the place of flower buds and robins nests and bumble bees buzzing around on the coldest most frozen of winter days.  I just go out to get in my car on any usual morning and blippity boop I see spring bulb flowers poking up. Without any whining at all! It really is a very nice thing.  I tell everyone I do miss the real winter of snow and stillness, I do, right? I know I miss the process before winter, the harvest, the putting up of food and cord wood.  It is such a nice feeling to feel prepared for winter. I miss those first few snow storms when we all agree "yes, gee whiz that is so much snow" and we feel satisfied knowing we did the hard work and we are warm and comfortable. That doesn't happen here but instead we have months of dark gray and rain rain rain and more rain. So much rain you don't even notice if its a light rain anymore and just do your stuff with hopefully cute raingear (that is the best part of rain, galoshes and cute hooded coats with a plaid or polka dot umbrella, no maybe a deep clear umbrella with black bias trim.  See what I mean? It's a fun part of rain.) It's also an excuse to own more than one cute umbrella, because you can match your outfit and not look silly with a faded, wonky, huge golfing umbrella (been that person a few times sadly.)

So today, when Sawyer is done doing his project we are going for a bike ride to find sheep because this year we are going to try and see as many lambs as we can. In any direction there are sheep and we will ride our bikes to find the most we can. It wooly is nice to see lambs in spring when you're used to seeing snow and ice during this part of the year. I think our neighbors would laugh and tell me it isn't even spring really but they don't have any idea what it's like to live burrowed in a house with many feet of snow outside for months at a time. But it's a hard thing to translate appropriately without elevating my voice in hysteria. I mean they still wear wooden clogs in the garden! But that's a whole other post and Sawyer is just about done. Ewe are the best and don't let anyone tell ewe otherwise.