I had all these grand plans to write in the blog regularly – or at least more often – but let’s be honest, that plan has pretty much crashed and burned. My attention can only stretch so far.
So I never wrote here about the lovely free pattern I released, never talked about the books I’ve been devouring, never even mentioned how endless the winter felt this year – or how spring slipped by almost unnoticed. But summer? I’m not planning to miss it. At least I’ll try!
This year, I felt the endlessness of winter more than ever. It wasn’t a harsh one – not too cold, not much snow – but it just kept going, and going. Spring arrived on the calendar, but our winter didn’t seem to care. The snow melted, but there was no real sign of warmth, except for a couple of unusually hot days in early April. And then it was back to cold and grey.
As usual, spring and summer seemed to kick in at the exact same moment. But knowing better than to trust appearances, I didn’t stash away my warm clothes just yet – and rightly so. Real summer only started a few days ago
Maybe summer will try to make up for that stolen spring – who knows? I’m not exactly holding my breath (it’s June, and I still have a warm jacket within arm’s reach), but at least there’s a hint of optimism in the air. So for now, I’ll let myself pretend it’s finally summer – and that maybe, just maybe, it won’t decide to pack up and leave in August.🌿