Thursday - 335th

I like how the weather people report to you that it is currently -0F outside (equivalent to -18C). The negative sign is like an adjective accenting the utter cold out there. And don't forget the windchill! Brrrr!

And yet, one of the cheepers laid an egg. If ever the was a sign of spring around the bend, an egg in the roost surely is that.

We eat breakfast in the kitchen, but it's a jazzed up kitchen table. I decided to bring in just for this one day the orchids that are blooming their heads off in the sun room. These two potted plants have been with us for well over a decade and each February, they produce a nice bounty of flowers, but this year they have positively exploded! So we eat with orchids.

 

This winter has had a lot of waiting to it. For the isolation to subside, for the vaccinations to arrive, for the political turmoil to settle, and now for the bitter cold to do an about face and return to the Arctic where, I hope, it will feel welcomed and loved. So today, as every day, we wait.

I do have a change of pace -- a Zoom call with my Polish friends. Unfortunately, there is more illness to report, more difficult days to describe.

 

On the upside, we have this Zoom time, a Fat Thursday no less, to remind ourselves of all that's good about our lives. (All Poles eat the special Polish donuts today, the Thursday before Lent. Really, they ALL go out of their way to search out the best, their favorite donut. Well, okay, some may choose faworki instead.)

And yes, toward evening Ed and I hit the trails with our skis. We must! It's going to get even worse this weekend. May as well feel merely cold as opposed to impossibly bitterly horribly cold! (Although Ed tells me it's pretty cold right now. Definitely one of our colder runs.)

Evening quiet. Restful winter. Warm foods. Waiting, for spring.

With love.