Just this morning the temperature in the "sunroom" read 42 degrees. If we were blessed to have an outside temperature of 42 degrees anytime soon, we'd be pulling out the shorts and tank tops; but in here, 42 degrees feels like you'll freeze solid if you stand in one place for too long.
I guess we'll make it. We always do. But this winter has been brutal for those of us on the East Coast. I am dreaming of the day that my windows will again be opened- welcoming the breeze that flows through...hoping that it is soon. Desperate, even.
I stumbled upon a video this morning of a creative couple enjoying their glass room. Not going to lie, I'm a little jealous.
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing robin, sing:
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring."