We returned midweek from our wonderful excursion to Florida with two day trips to South Carolina. Unfortunately we returned to every single one of us coming down with the stomach flu. At this point there has only been JP who has not come down with it and I am hoping it is just not going to get him at all.
Being in Florida was so amazing. Back home with Alexandra, Lewis and baby Lewie but can you believe I did not take even one picture. I think the sun being out all the time was all that I could handle and living in the moment does not go well with having a camera around ones neck.
We played outside all day and night. We harvested loquats until the tree had no more fruit low enough to climb in and get. We brought home bags of Seville oranges, waiting to be turned into marmalade. I dug up and took cutting of many of my plants since spring is now on the calendar and someday it will be warm enough here to plant them. We even got to harvest a whole lot of yuca from our cassava plants during a visit from Nate and Charlei. So much fun and the feeling of being home was overwhelming.
The problem is my internal clock says its spring but I returned to Kentuckiana to find snow on the ground. I wake everyday with no motivation to get anything done. I have been beating myself up about it until Poppa told me he was worried about me. He mentioned the winter blues and then I sat down to think about that. I do really think I have the blues. I need spring to come, finally and now.
There has not been much going on around here except for the aforementioned puke fest and all the cleaning up that goes with it. No sewing or knitting. No reading or anything close to creative. Just a bunch of cooking, cleaning and cuddling until we all clear this terrible stomach ailment that has afflicted us.
Yesterday, I finally stepped outside because the sun peeked out from its usual hiding place. The kids ran about until the sun went down and for the first time I found some green things growing outside. They know right? These plants know that it is coming. Spring. And it could not happen too fast for me. Today is super cold again but friends have promised me that next week will be a different week.
So, I am holding to that promise and looking for the signs. I hope to feel like sharing more than I have in the past two weeks though I promise you haven’t missed much at all. Just a house full of sick kids and a momma with the spring blues.