This morning, I found it hard to wake from a long and pleasant dream concerning seeds. When I stepped outdoors, teacup in hand, the low was 25F. Yesterday, it was fifty something, maybe 52F. That’s life on the plains. One day you’re up, and the next you’re down–sometimes in the same day. After I ran Bear to school this morning, I rushed home because there was good frost everywhere. I do love frost as the sun comes up. Everything sparkles.
Go on, winter garden, sparkle while you may. Pretty soon, all this brown foliage will be cut down for new grasses to emerge–new life to begin. I am ordering seeds with trepidation because of the last two years of heat and drought, but I’m also trying to maintain calm and serene with whatever comes.
I can’t control the weather, but I can enjoy a gift, this morning of diamonds in my normally gray and brown winter world.
Here’s hoping your February is also filled with sparkles and other good things. March is coming. I can feel it on the air and in the soft ground. I can hardly wait.
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