For the record (my own record), this winter has depleted me. Struggling to endure day after day of dark, frozen days and nights. Mud will follow and I dream of another life where my choices would have provided me with more freedom and capacity to snowbird.

Clocks will go forward tonight, the promise of Spring is on the horizon which in my mind means May. Bright spots ahead include Ireland for Easter, not enough time to add on Southern Italy unfortunately.

Dinner party tomorrow with D+J+S. Elaborate pasta dish means cooking for 4 hours. I do enjoy the creativity despite the massive lift. Flower haul.