Yesterday, I marveled at the worms in my hopeful plot (I also ran for the first time in a few weeks and I am afraid to talk about it too much because as I learn what I can fit into my life and what I can’t, I never want it to be running that goes…it won’t, right?).
Today, I wore a down jacket. I mean, I am all for increased precipitation in western Montana but tomorrow it is APRIL. I remember lots of snow in Missoula as a kid but now I am so used to early spring (early garden). Oh, I do live in Montana. Hang in there little worms.
Photos of my backyard were taken at 8ish, 4ish, 7ish and 9ish. So it’s not like he snow is sticking, but that is almost worst–like a nagging habit that won’t manifest itself enough to be called an addiction, which can be intriguing, but is just there enough to merit exhausting and unsatisfying gossip.
In other really important news, the Milltown dam is being removed. yay.
Don’t worry, that time where you can do things, hobbies, loves, free time, it does come back. And when it does you kind of look around and say “Oh, I remember this!”