Our old apartment used to have glorious light all year round, and pretty lovely views of the lake, too. In our new place, as cozy as it is, there are months of the year when we don’t get any direct sunlight at all. Oh, sigh. I used to live for those winter sunbeams streaking across the floor.
But the deprivation does make the return of the light so welcome, so treasured! So we’ve been celebrating the Return of the Sunbeam this week.
And there’ve been some other signs of spring too, like slushy outings to the Point, and of course fat robin redbreasts, singing their songs.