inside outside

inside is warm from the oven and the radiators, furniture is rearranged, nooks and crannies are dusted and vacuumed, the days are patterned with the rays of midday sun and the never-ending joy of one-year-old antics (like pretending to blow his nose on tissues or laughing hysterically whenever we yawn and stretch our arms), nights are hellishly long and wakeful (and if I am honest, completely exhausting) but there is relief in afternoon naps, in a fifth little tooth emerging at long last, pen to paper, green smoothies... 

outside is wild with changeability, an unseasonably warm saturday, followed by a freezing sunday, then snow, and more snow, winter hasn't picked up her skirts just yet, we fumble over coats, careful not to slip, taking out the bins is an icy task, all about us white and crystalline, clouds clear for blue and sunshine, soon after a steady sound gives us hope for spring again, that drip, drip...