Cloudy Inside

This is what last weekend’s snow did to our cherry tree.  It’s so sad to see this year’s beauty and potential fruit gone so soon.

The sun is shining today and the sky is clear and blue.  Just the weather I’ve been longing for all these dark, gray, cloudy months.

I should be celebrating, but I can’t seem to shake the clouds inside.  I feel a little like those blossoms.  Spent.

My washing machines are hard at work eradicating another night of sickness among us.  As tired as I am of it all, I must admit I was relieved when the 10th member of our family finally gave in to the virus.  We’ve set a new family record:  ten cases of stomach flu in six days, four of them hitting within 90 minutes of each other.

It’s been such a wasted week.  Everything is dirty.  We’re behind in everything.  I picked up my camera and took a walk around the house looking for even one happy, tidy spot.  I couldn’t find one.  I’m over the bug myself but can’t seem to shake the ball of lead I’m carrying around in my stomach.  I know I should roll up my sleeves and get to work, but I don’t have any fight in me this morning.

Can I just cancel May?