First of all the long and dreary March when I did more of frogging than during the past whole year is gone. Hooray for that!
In the end of this month we are supposed to have less snow than in the beginning of this month. Hooray for that also!
But the latter is very difficult to believe right now. It looks like all the last lockers of the sky have been opened and we are destined to have the remainder of the snow that is left in the universe. We have become a large dumping-ground of the snow while the rest - it seems like that from up here - are frolicking with crocuses and daffodils.
The saying for April, I have heard is, "April showers bring May flowers". We have a saying like "the new snow is fatal to the old" or "the new snow makes the old vanish". This we keep repeating like a mantra when meeting people in a snow storm. This is what we say in a store to a cashier when we are leaving lots of wet snow marks all over the place or when a big hunk of melting snow drops on one's nose unexpectedly and causes an embarrassment...
I question myself every day now the reasons why we are still living up here.
And I say, look at all the light!
The other me replies, think about the long nights with no light at all.
But it is so safe!
If you ignore the fact that on one unhappy occasion you may bump into a waking bear or a hungry wolf in the neighborhood. Or you might freeze to death. Or get buried in the snow.
At least it is very quiet!
If it got any quieter, I would think that I'm already in my eternal sleep...
The final try. You can wear wool all year around.
But, I'm sure I could love cotton as much.
Or could I?
I'm hanging on a very thin wool fiber these days and am afraid that the fiber will snap. Instead of watching the weather forecasts I'm going to ignore the arctic weather conditions altogether and concentrate only on this Pacific Northwest Shawl which is a pleasure to knit with Blueberry Zephyr. It has a pattern repeat called waves and I intend to have the shawl finished by the time the waves of my lake are again free from the ice and I can take a picture of the finished shawl with the blue lake in the background. The date could be anything between the middle of May to the very end of May.
PS. I feel this way every April.
PS. I have been blogging for 6 months today. Thank you for reading and thank you commenting.