Nuclear meltdown

Finally. Between the frantic trickle and drip of meltwater, the unmistakeable smell of wet roadsalt mixed with thawing ground, and the exuberant calls of songbirds looking for love, I can be convinced that Spring could be on the way. Our alley won't win any beauty contests, that's a fact.

It has been a deliciously busy time, filled with projects, planning for a trip, organizing and purging. Anticipation and productivity are powerful drugs to induce happiness, for me, at least.