Something happens to me in the winter months. January and February are especially bad. It's dark and cold, but here in Toronto it's also wet and mucky. It's the worst. It's the worst of both worlds — dark winter, and mucky spring, all at once. On the upside, by the time the light starts to change, the weather is getting warmer, and we're usually back to good walking weather.
On Family Day (yes, all the way back on February 20th — a month ago today) I dragged my family out for a walk in Rouge Park. It was a beautiful, sunny day. We started out full of smiles and hope. The path quickly turned to muck (in the sunshine) and slippery, frozen-ness in the shade. I had one kid give up 2/3 of the way to the mid-point (it was a walk out, turn around, walk back hike). I was wearing my new Vibrams, 5-finger toes, and my feet were wet from the mud, and then cold from the snow. By the time we were back to the car, the kids were comparing it to the time their father and I "made" them climb Sulphur Mountain in a snow storm (that's a story for another post).
I did try to take care of myself these past, dark months. I made myself get outdoors, and I knit. I knit a lot. I recognized that I was being affected by the weather, and I did what I needed to keep going. And now it's spring, officially today, and I'm feeling myself perking up. So, I'll try to start blogging regularly again. Thanks for your patience. I'm a work in progress, but aren't we all?