It's no doubt apparent that I feel the tiniest bit inclined to complain about this, especially when stuck indoors on these damp, windy, cold days, so I've been trying to focus on how encouraging the view out the windows is now compared to a few months back, when it was actually cold, not this 40- and 50- degrees I'm now referring to as "cold."
For example: Here's the view out our kitchen window as of February 2nd of this year.
At first glance, this is a pretty scene to look upon whilst washing dishes or tearing ends of the aloe vera plant off for the kids' various scrapes and cuts (Band-aids are only allowed if I witness actual human blood seeping from our children; all other enquiries are directed toward the kitchen aloe vera plant, as they are allowed to smear as much aloe vera innards on any perceived hurts as they want), but there have been winters when the snow starts really accumulating in December and doesn't fully go away until April, and all that month-after-month unrelieved white makes me tear at my hair and grind my teeth. Except not really, because the sound of teeth grinding against each other makes me feel ill.
And as much as I enjoy watching other people work when I don't have to...
...that winter view out our front storm door really can't beat this spring one:
Or this one, also taken through the front door:
|Hello, Mr. Finch. Our son is named for another Mr. Finch. Different species, though.|
The kitchen window view is also loads better:
|Taken on a rare sunny day. Click to embiggen to see Caedmon's joyful face. It's worth it.|
|Click to embiggen to see Adelaide going all Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.|
All the wind and rain have been a little rough on some of my tulips, so I've rescued a few here and there from the indignity of lying helpless in the mud.
I did brave the spring cold and wind and cold wind to watch this guy play soccer:
Atticus is the happy guy in the middle of the frame running and looking all-around joyful to be out in the cold and the wind. Did I mention it was cold? And that he refused to wear his jacket while on the field?
And here's Gulliver in Lilliput. Or it could be soccer coach extraordinaire Derek amongst his players.
If it looks like Derek/Gulliver is a little out of focus, it's because I was shivering. Maybe this week's game will be warmer.
Ah, sometimes my hopeless optimism amuses even me- I mean, this is still spring in Iowa. Of course it will be cold. Thankfully no one seems to mind but me.