January arrived intent on breaking our spirits. The temperature plummeted and remained well below zero for the entire month…making this January the 5th coldest on record. With help from a long string of -40 degree days, the average temperature for the month was -26.9 degrees Fahrenheit. Brutal.
Luckily, I had projects to attend to and spent the month cocooned away at home, wood stove radiating delicious warmth to my outstretched toes, even as I fretted over the fate of the animals. The weeks flew by. I whittled away at my inbox. Somehow, I made all my deadlines.
Then February arrived, bringing gifts of warmer weather. Today it is 25 degrees. Not only am I free from my paper piles, but can spend time outside without fear of freezing to death. I take walks and my skin sweats the delicate fragrance of spring (although people tell me not to get ahead of myself). Perfect timing.