These days come every year, cold, still & snowy. The wonder has worn off, no celebrating or gift giving, now it's just a waiting game. It's too early to think about spring, but we can start to dream about the garden. We knit, bake and watch movies, try to make plans and only a few happen. It's the perfect space to be in my first trimester, with no energy to do much of anything, but dream about the summer. and a baby.
