I've Been A Recluse Of Late...

...but it seems I'm coming out of my hidey-hole.  More like being flushed out by the extra daylight and rising temps. I've been hibernating all winter. When I'm not falling asleep under a pile of blankets I'm huddled over a jigsaw puzzle and a cup of tea. Other than the obligatory slog through my work day, I've minimized movements and eschewed activities outside the house. 

But as we lurch towards spring, I find myself shedding my heavy protections, whether I want to or not. Dressing lighter, getting out more, running unnecessary errands....just to go somewhere.  Visiting a local coffee shop, and enjoying the sight of people sitting outside.  And in the last two days I've found myself out in the garden and -----WEEDING!! What???

It doesn't feel like a conscious choice.  I don't feel so much that I am moving, as I am being moved. Even as the world is falling apart and chaos reigns, a time when I want to go fetal and pull the covers over my head, I am being pushed out of my fusty den. Life finds a way. This must be the way the monarch feels when ejected from its chrysalis,  but I don't see myself turning into any butterfly. More like a moth.