In some magical way the days move and we are gradually seeing the start of spring. With the amounts of snow we have had this winter, it's going to be interesting to see how it will proceed - I'm guessing floods all around. In the transition we spend our days like usual; slow mornings (except for Ronja who goes to school), jobs and play. Moments here and there where I praise this life we have chosen, and moments where I think we are nuts for taking all of this on. But somehow, it works. Somehow, the days stumble along and we are all doing pretty good in the midst of it. 

Longing for the sound of melting snow and more sun in my face. Longing for the forest floor, for the smell of the woods in spring, and most of all, for the sound of the birds. Not long, now.