A little over a year and half ago we returned to sailing and a lost world opened up again. Many new friends, many of whom I've felt like Ive known my entire life, the frustration of work that cost us much, new tasks that must be done, and the knowledge that time is not my friend, has left me grateful for the quiet and meditative quality that sailing provides. All the work melts away when the sails fill, at least for a while anyway.
Spring signals rebirth. (along with the chores, glad i have them as it gives me purpose along with experience) Don't get me wrong, one less task is good unless it means can't sail.