And maybe the clouds will part. A concrete parking garage would be almost as hospitable. Everything outside is cold, solid, grim, gray.
Portland must not be the only place like this. Bloggers everywhere, even the foodies who cook their way through winter, seem to be yearning for spring, if you can imagine. Here we are not yet a month into the season, and folks are clambering for the end of it already. Seed catalogs. Sunshine. Warmth!
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| Ruby shoots of a Red Canna |
While scurrying about outdoors to finish the Things I get to do today, I saw little squirts of Nature herself making ready for the burst out of winter's sleep.
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| White, fragrant flowers of the Mexican Orange waiting. . . |
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| These sweeties don't care what the season is called. |
Maybe it's not just bloggers. Maybe it's not just us.
Perhaps we're taking our cues from Nature. Please note: she's willing to wait.
These quiet months are available for snuggly, warming occupations of the hearth. Find something to knit. Grab a good book. Light a couple of candles if you don't have a hearth. The sky will take care of itself.
