No.
Not at all?
It's too cold. With a threat of rain. But okay, I guess we have to.
That summarizes my attitude toward the great outdoors right now: no, but okay, I guess we have to.
In my head I have this mental calculus of 40sF (upwards of 5C) in March, 50sF (upwards of 10C) in April, 60sF (upwards of 15C) in May and so forth. We're not off course. It's March and we're in the 40sF. But this is no early and beautiful spring. Instead, it's the kind of weather we usually like to dislike. Weather that leaves us grumbling -- why can't it be real spring already??
Breakfast is late, house cleaning is late, everything is late today. We use the hours of the day to touch base with this person, that person. People we care about. It's time well spent.
(breakfast)
And yes, we do finally go out to our small county park. Forced pleasure! Not quite the same as the exuberance one might feel if, say, it were ten degrees warmer and a lot less cloudy.
(Hi, great big oak tree, standing next to a boggy, muddy pathway...)
In the evening the young family comes over for dinner. We're still all in total isolation, which makes these Sunday meals possible.
Time to bring out the cheese and crackers and red pepper strips, just to get us in the dinner mood...
And to cook up the much washed with soapy water squid (don't ask... washing freshly handled squid was an experience not worth repeating)!
And the usual pasta, home made sauce, shrimp, salad, and one last go around on fresh corn for the kids.
Evening again. Warm, cozy, evening. Dishes done. Another calm and peaceful day behind us. How insanely lucky to have had such a day. So very very lucky.