The sun shines bright in the morning then a pasty overcast sky in the afternoon.
Pointing your face towards the morning light to embrace your skin in warmth.
A taste of spring on the horizon, waiting for the change in the season, birds chirping from their post, but you know winter will still hang on for a little bit longer.
The snow has hardened on the ground. Slippery and broken. Taking its time to melt.
It always surprises me how green the grass is when the snow melts, but not now. Now it's dead and grey and dull. Trees empty of life. Pale winter sun shining through the winter clouds. The only greenery comes from inside the home from house plants. Hanging plants, plants climbing the walls. Plants reaching, absorbing up the warmth of sunlight streaming through the windows.
White daisies from my valentine sitting on the counter, still bright and full of life- like my love for him.
The quiet and stillness of the absent of life outdoors.
Adding on layer after layer to cover bare skin and keep in warmth. But you still feel the cold, deep down in your bones. Bare feet covered with heavy socks sliding a crossed cold wooden floors.
We walk.
We play.
We talk.
We plan.
We remodel.
We throw tea parties
and make puzzles.
We stay updated on current events.
We become inspired.
We homeschool and unschool.
Because what happens outside these four walls is just as important as the knowledge we fill in them.
And we love.
We love hard.
In the darkest hour of winter, spring gives us hope for lighter days.
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