I took this photo yesterday afternoon. It's taken from my backyard looking up the hill towards the front yard. And it is such a depressing image. Not because it's a lot of snow. It's not a lot of snow at all. Just two weeks ago, the snow was up to the middle rail of the fence. But, it's snow. AGAIN. And it doesn't seem to be going away. The sky is the same color as the ground and the air. Gray and blah. It's simply so depressing and cold.
This is the time of year that I neeeeeed to remember to make travel plans for next year. Because this time of year is just blah.
Everything feels cloudy and I struggle to stay sane during this time of the year. My only escape this month has been to keep really, really busy. Yesterday, I started shoveling snow at 8:15, shoveled for an hour, mopped some floors after that, worked on a quilt, and then shoveled some more. I grabbed a quick lunch, took a shower, and then ran three errands. After that, I went to the kids' school to watch a theater performance, took Libby to get her new glasses, cooked dinner, and then I was done. It's the only way that I can stay sane during these gray days - just never stop doing something so that the day passes quickly.
Luckily, yesterday was also a national holiday. An important one to a former parrot head. National Margarita Day! So, after dinner, I met some very good friends for the drink of the day.
Another wonderful way to chase away a gray day, but probably not a coping method that I can indulge in very often. :)