It's January, and though it has actually gone by quite quickly I feel like saying, it's January still. These are the days when time seems to drag, the weeks before those first signs of spring and I'm so over the beauty of snow. This is not to say a fresh dumping wouldn't be lovely or icy branches or giant flakes of snow drifting ever so slowly downward... but it's not happening, nothing interesting is happening. It's just gray skies and muddy snow. So, I spend time daydreaming. I'm planning my gardens for this spring, deciding what seeds to start next month in (hopefully) sunny windows. I have decided not to do the huge vegetable garden this year, a decision I may regret in June or July when I'm missing grocery shopping in my yard. Instead, this year, I'm letting the ground rest there and entirely focusing on the flowers. I plan to spend all of my gardening time on bringing my flower gardens to a new level. They've been neglected a bit since the little one was born, merely weeded and ignored. The plants need care, a little pruning, and a lot of love; outdoor spaces need reclaimed or created, pretty little nooks in which to waste a day. I'm actually hoping that this year the little one will be able to help like her big sister does. This year perhaps she will remember that roses have thorns and lilies once picked are gone forever and no amount of water from a tiny watering can will make them bloom again. I actually have daydreams of the three of us flower shopping in sun-dresses, smiling, laughing, carrying baskets full of flowers in a soft golden glow, bringing them home and piling them on the deck then sitting amongst them while sipping iced tea as it catches the light in our glasses, like we're drinking in the sun itself... I get wistful this time of year and a little lost in my winter time dreams.
