On Friday, we got what is probably only the second significant snowfall of the winter, (which is really strange for Wisconsin) about four inches of heavy, wet snow. It stuck to the trees and looked pretty…
…however, I am ready for it to be spring, so I was not that happy about it, but somebody else was thrilled…
Yes, you guessed correctly. That somebody is Leo.
I’m not sure if Border Collies enjoy snow usually, but the other half of Leo is Great Pyrenees and I’m pretty sure they live for snow. One of Leo’s favorite things to do in the snow, besides run and jump through it is to have us launch snowballs for him to catch. Since this was the first snow that was wet enough to pack into snowballs, Leo wasted no time cutting to the chase...
Uhhh, I am holding an expensive camera…Jim?
(Isn’t he adorable!)
After we were done playing catch with snowballs, we all headed in to warm up. That’s when it hit me. Sadly, I’m not talking about a great idea or some sort of epiphany, I’m talking about the dreaded winter blues. I usually get the winter blues every year and they don’t last for too long, but they are still no fun. Normally I get the winter blues in January or February, but I think because I was busy with the Kitchen Project and the weather was nice (no snow and temps in the 20s and 30s instead of the -20s and -30s) I though I was in the clear. Nope. they hit. hard.
I found myself pacing around the house eating chocolates and just wishing I could go to sleep until April 1st or so. Nothing sounded good. Not watching movies, not doing/finising a project (although I have a few in the works), not sitting down, not standing up. It was bad.
Of course when I behave like that (since it is so out of character) it upsets Jim and Leo so they follow me around the house picking up my chocolate wrappers and begging me to do something to snap out of it. Jim suggested I paint, but I didn’t have the patience to work on one of my oil paintings, so I got out some watercolors and an ink pen and messed around for a few hours.
My adorable husband Jim was right, after tapping into my creative side, I felt better. Here is the result:
It is certainly not the Mona Lisa, just a fun little Retro Ranch…most importantly, I had a good time making it…
…and I am always surprised at how the colors turn out when they are dry!
Hopefully I’m on the way out of my winter funk now! I need to shake it off so I can come up with a pink mood board for my Master Bath!