I’ve been indoors more than I’d like lately and, with Sawyer sick, the cabin fever has been quite literal at times. It’s that point mid-February when the sun starts to tease us with thoughts of bare feet and longer days.
I’ve been encouraged by the sunny greetings coming through the window and dream of the warm breezes to follow. But we’re not quite there yet. For today, it’s a pot of curry, a cup of steaming tea, and a ray of hope.