There comes a point in winter where the clouds and grey are intolerable. The only way to get through the days is to dream of spring. Spring starts to creep into our heart and everywhere you look, from Pinterest to the seed catalogs that arrive in the mail. It is a collective dream, and though the first green buds will not show themselves for months to come it seems that the new life is starting to stir.
For now I will have to settle for the memory of sunshine. And what a beautiful memory it is when it is slathered all over buttermilk pancakes. Sunshine that was made by one of your lovely sisters!
Pancakes, kittens, a mug of tea and a warm fire, not a bad way to spend a cloudy Sunday.
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