Scratch the Sky

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!

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.

White, fragrant flowers of the Mexican Orange waiting. . .

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.

Looking Up

Looking up!

We are all pretending it is Spring.  That's so dangerous this time of year that it almost qualifies one for being insane.  Weather, being fickle as it is, can drag us back to middle of January as soon as we set out a tender plant.

Delicious and exquisite and filled with Viburnum fairies.

But even my winter flowers are gushing their joy over the sunshine, the warmth, the blue sky.

Intense life ready to burst out. Shy fairies hiding behind

Dawn Viburnum reigns in my yard.  Its mission it is to be cheery in the midst of dreary and to be brilliant as well as lovely on a winter day.

Explosion of fragrance and beauty
Fairy sitting just to the right on the twig

Sharing everything about it except the fragrance and trying the "scratch and sniff" app on my computer are Things I get to do today.  I've not been keeping up with technology, so probably haven't downloaded the needed program.  I'll bet you're more savvy and can not only smell this beauty, but can see the cute little flower spirits as well.  And don't be a curmudgeon and say that flowers don't have such.  When you look at these danties, you know that they do. If we can pretend it's spring, we can certainly. . .