Is it just me or does it seem like there’s nothing daylight savings about daylight savings time?
Where is the daylight then?
These Vancouver winters really hit me in my wet little heart right about mid-March with incessant rain and gloom and rain and make me long for Mexico or Spain or anywhere warm and dry for 24 hours together.
Today I’ve been all over town, all day, in the rain. Finally got home exhausted, with two feet of frizzy hair and wet shoes and turned the heat on.
I stood at the kitchen sink and waited for the large pot to fill up with water and looked at the English ivy.
I swear it’s trying to take over the world. There must be something about the humidity or the warmth or the big kitchen window that this ivy just loves, or maybe it’s some spring fever ivy thing, because it’s growing like crazy, almost right before my eyes.
There’s something about ivy in the house that I love, and it’s one of those “plants that will not die” which tend to be planted in the garden after they’ve outlived their interior usefulness or outgrown their pot. (Others just get composted, I know, I’m ruthless. It’s a make it or get composted kind of world.)
This ivy wants to grow into the sink. I suppose it has a good look at the surroundings and thinks, “hey, a big farm sink, loads of room to spread out there!” But it keeps getting its little tendrils singed.
Tomorrow there is still a forecast for heavy rain, but tomorrow will be an easier day because I’ll be working from home. From my snug little studio.
Oh, and just realised there’s still half of the yummy Irish soda bread (with currents) left for breakfast. I’m starting to warm up already.
Hope your day was warmer and drier than mine, my little wet hearts.