I will say that after winter there are so many things that I am really wanting to do that I know later in the season won’t hold the same appeal.  I have my list of ‘I can’t wait to do’s.  I know I have reached a different part in my life because I was truly excited about getting my first load of laundry out on the line.  Barely into March, the temperature predicted to be just above zero with mostly sunshine, and I am outside hanging laundry, my fingers so cold they were aching.  Nevertheless, it felt like an auspicious day, harkening fairer weather.  Skip ahead a month, it is mostly warmer and the thrill of hanging laundry has not yet dimmed.  The bright sunshine and gentle breezes making my laundry dance cheerfully.  I haven’t decide whether me waxing poetic about my laundry demonstrates the peacefulness of my mental state, enjoying the simple things in life, or how close to the edge I was in my winter induced cabin fever.