I had hoped to write last week but ran into an issue where transferring our ministry newsletter to this same service meant that my account needed a manual review (and I’m grateful for a service that cares about security and whether its users are spamming people).
Spring happens late here. While there are days where the mercury makes its way over 10 degrees, the nights and the mornings are still frigid. It makes for moving slow, which is fitting right now as we’re all on a break from school.
To my perpetual amazement, there have been a lot of sunny days. I always had this image in my head of a land that only existed in the shade. A mottled landscape of stone and grass, moss and water. Hedges of blackthorn and pastures full of sheep with their lambs. And it certainly is that. Perhaps it is the part of the country where we are living.
As things open up, we are hoping to do some exploring and traveling while we know we are here.
Every day, however, brings a low-grade lack of certainty. It’s a tension that we have had to live with for a few years now, but I hope that it is ending. If only so we are able to make plans that extend further than a year or so.
Looking back, this feels like a thing I spend at least some time thinking about every spring. While autumn tends to be my favourite time of year (because it’s objectively the best), spring is when planning happens. Even in normal times, spring is when the world begins to live again. It’s a time for airing out the house and being able to go for a run without weather fighting you. Right now, it’s also a time for clearing out that feeling of sickness from the house (there have been some colds this week).
Spring means an almost frantic energy begins as we begin to see an end to cabin fever in sight. That end isn’t there yet, but it’s coming. And it brings a bit of a buzz.
The biggest thing that I’ve discovered this past week is a band called Dry Cleaning. They remind me of Talking Heads. They remind me of walking around cities when I still got to do that. I cannot explain what it is about them that has taken me, but I haven’t been able to turn it off since I first heard them.
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