Times and things and perception on weather change, isn't it grand?
Mid March is basically here and this gorgeous weekend past had me reflecting on 'surviving' my first 'real' winter among all this newness. It's strangely making me feel sentimental about the snow and the intense appreciation of a few distant sun rays among cloudy and short and freezing days.
We celebrated this weekend by driving a mere 15-20 minutes from our apartment and here we are around hills and trees and old snow and sunshine. Along with a few other cabin-escaping North-Westerns, accompanied by the optimistic melody of snow melting ever where.
The North West courtship continues...