Winter refused to leave
Jura, Life in Switzerland | (5)
Snow rests on my mountains.
Spring is napping off in other parts.
I am watching small flakes of snow drifting slowly down past my living room window. The smell of carrot bread baking in the oven warms the apartment.
The children are playing on the floor. Lunch is over. Dishes are done.
I am sipping my hot coffee as I type this. It is needed to keep me going throughout the rest of the day. Last night, I coughed myself awake for the fourth night. I am tired.
There are no sick days for stay at home mothers.
Yesterday ...