It has been, unfairly in my opinion, too cold for too long. This month, twenty or more degrees below average. And January–speak not its name. Frigid, wet/frozen, dark–yuck.
I know, whine whine. Winter’s supposed to be that way. It makes Spring all the more welcome.
Ah, Spring. I want to transport myself there (minus the rain and the tornadoes–I’m talking fantasy here). I want to smell the hyacinths and watch the pale salmon blueberry buds pop into bloom. I want to get out into that vegetable garden and plant something.
But, I think my imagination is getting a little stale and I believe I packed my warm weather memories away with my short-sleeved wardrobe. All I can think about is that I haven’t felt my toes since October and the garden looks like a hog waller.
Help me. Describe your favorite things about Spring. Paint me a picture. I got the cabin fever and old man winter’s got no love for me anytime soon.
Dream a little dream of green . . .
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