With these lovely temperate days we've been having I find myself seriously earning for Spring. We haven't even had any snow this winter (something I usually look forward to all year) and already I am done. Like, Capital D done. I miss my flowers, I miss the abundant sunshine, I miss having my hands in the dirt. I miss the long, lazy evenings after Miss G has gone to bed spent watering my glorious roses, or peeking to see if something I've planted has bothered to grow. I take great joy from the things I plant. I miss my pretty little friends.
I did force myself to dig a little deeper and look at the beauty of nature that winter has to offer though. There is a certain beauty in the graceful lines of a faded and withered bloom. There's something vital and alive about evergreens, giving us a splash of color in a mostly gray wintery world. I had to look no further than my own flower bed to discover this myself. I guess I can wait a little while longer until my dear Spring returns.
Seriously, happy winter. :)


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