Dream a Little Dream of Green

It has been, unfairly in my opinion, too cold for too long.  This month, twenty or more degrees below average.  And January–speak not its name.  Frigid, wet/frozen, dark–yuck.

I know, whine whine.  Winter’s supposed to be that way.  It makes Spring all the more welcome.

Ah, Spring.  I want to transport myself there (minus the rain and the tornadoes–I’m talking fantasy here).  I want to smell the hyacinths and watch the pale salmon blueberry buds pop into bloom.  I want to get out into that vegetable garden and plant something.

But, I think my imagination is getting a little stale and I believe I packed my warm weather memories away with my short-sleeved wardrobe.  All I can think about is that I haven’t felt my toes since October and the garden looks like a hog waller.

Help me.  Describe your favorite things about Spring.  Paint me a picture.  I got the cabin fever and old man winter’s got no love for me anytime soon.

Dream a little dream of green . . .