It's March now, which is weird. Usually this is the time where spring is brewing a furious storm in my heart, and I feel giddy and anxious at the promise of warmer weather and brighter skies. This year, oddly enough, Sam is the one having to remind me to keep spring in my heart. He's nudged the thought into my brain at least half a dozen times in the last week-- he even shaved his head as a way to welcome spring into the world. I think I'm not working as hard this year to welcome spring because I have it on good authority that spring comes more quickly in Virginia than it does in Utah. I feel like my geography will do the spring-welcoming for me.
I do have a spring project brewing, however, and the plotting of said project might be a more subtle way of ushering in the new season. Details of the project are forth coming, but I see the horizon of this blog changing to fit new aspects of my life.
Until then, dear friends, I am off to bed-- probably having a nightmare about the bagels I made tonight. (poor, sad, lifeless disks of dough.)