I get a sense of wonder with each change of a new season. Each is different and magical in it's own way. I love the cold winter months here in Hartland, but as these of weeks of frost and snow (yes, SNOW!) roll by I begin to long for warmer weather. There are promises of Spring around me, even in December. The blooming of my 7 year old, beautiful geranium plant, the little shoots of green from under a thick layer of straw in the garden (onions sets that were planted in the Fall), and a stackful of seed and garden magazines recently from the mail, teasing me!
Monday, December 28, 2009
Promises
I get a sense of wonder with each change of a new season. Each is different and magical in it's own way. I love the cold winter months here in Hartland, but as these of weeks of frost and snow (yes, SNOW!) roll by I begin to long for warmer weather. There are promises of Spring around me, even in December. The blooming of my 7 year old, beautiful geranium plant, the little shoots of green from under a thick layer of straw in the garden (onions sets that were planted in the Fall), and a stackful of seed and garden magazines recently from the mail, teasing me!
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