It's definitely spring out there. If the start of baseball/softball practices on our calendar this week didn't clue me in, the damp muddy tracks on the floor would have. Even so, the ground is frozen solid and covered with ice and snow.
I've been planted in a chair all week reading Dostoyevsky, student papers and a novel that I'm editing. This sedentary lifestyle feels unhealthy and wrong to me. My body feels dull and flat when I move so little. Tonight I hopped on the elliptical in our basement for 25 minutes to take the edge off. When will spring come? What I most crave is that grand exhaustion, the tight shoulders and tired legs, after a day of pulling weeds and hauling dirt around the garden. I miss getting sweaty and grimy with dirt caked under my nails. And my feet hurt from wearing shoes all day! As much fun as this teaching gig is, I'm discovering how thick that farm-girl blood runs through my veins.
You can imagine how much I laughed when Karen posted this on my Facebook page: