Quietude seems to catching in the blogging world, and I have not managed to quarantine myself from this “ailment”…if you can call it that. Normally I have a stack of things I want to do and share, but lately I just want to read my book. We haven’t done our usual amount of outdoor exploration, and I’m going to point my finger and meddlesome Mama Nature. We seem to be stuck in this in-between weather pattern, and for my part, snow could not come soon enough. Ski conditions are so-so, and hiking trails are either muddy or icy. And after a thick blanket of snow, dirty melt is deeply uninspiring.
For once we ended up with less snow than called for. We were expecting about four inches, and got more like an inch. One. I’m not sure how much fell – it was alternately sleeting and raining before snowing – but that was our accumulation. At least the ice on the trees was pretty, giving me a small excuse to wander around with my camera.
I suppose even these disappointing days have their place. We got some much-needed cleaning done around the house, and I even put away the Christmas decorations. Sure, it wasn’t as exciting as skiing or hiking, but I cleared my guilty conscience and can now make my way through the breezeway without looking at bathroom renovation leftovers, shaking my head. What do you do on days when you long to be out, but the outside tells you to stay inside?