Days of sunshine, days of rain. Weather in Arizona is always strange. There is never any ordained days that are--or should be--sunny, or snowy. The weather does as it pleases, as I suppose it does every other place as well, but it is more unpredictable than ever this year. Only a week-and-a-half ago we had below zero weather, cold toes and thick fluffy blankets, and this week we have had moist air, warm 60* days and rain. It almost feels like I've moved back East these past few days, with the cool weather, over-cast, misty skies and rain soaked ground.
Although I've always preferred snow, I am thankful for any kind of moisture. It's been a whirl-wind of activity around here; my mom and I have been rearranging our music room, going through hundreds of old (and well loved) books, and re-organizing. There are boxes of books set out of the way that are to be given away to my sister, to use for her 5 children. Although I am sorry to see those bits of my childhood and memories of hours spent in cozy corners reading leave the house, I'm glad they'll still be in the family.
Strange how books just become part of us, isn't it? Besides that, it's been pretty quiet. I've drank more cups of mint tea than I can count, spent hours reading and writing in my journal, written poems, made bread (there is nothing as good as homemade bread with jam), and developed calluses on my finger-tips from hours spent playing guitar.
Whether sunny or rainy, there are always things to be done--books to explore, music to play, photography to improve and life to live. I'm very fond of these quiet and yet resplendent winter days.