Sunday, November 21, 2010
The bitter cold of this early winter morning reminds me of how much I already miss Spring.
How lovely to watch the garden grow, to see the flowers popping from the soil, to catch wiffles of color from the flowering plums and smell wafts of fragrance from the honey trees along the river.
I remember the warm spring day I cleared the garden and discovered a late bloom and crocus faery peering from her fragile purple blossom. And here she is!
I know, I know--I have a GREAT imagination!