Now
that the festivities of the Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years
season are finally over and behind, the decorations are all put away,
the post party cleanup is done, it's my favorite time of the year for
scheming and dreaming.
It's
time for the mind to start wandering of warmer days filled with
tilling, raking and planting. Even days of mowing!
I
must be nuts...
I
get a library of seed catalogs sent to me every year. Many I don't
even look at but toss them in the wood furnace. But others, mostly
those which I've dealt with before I look at every page.
Maybe
so my eyes don't wonder out the windows and spy the snow covered
fields which seem to cause an icy shiver to course through my body...
Maybe
though because my tongue and it's taste buds crave the flavors of
fresh picked vegetables! My teeth long to enjoy the crunch of the
fresh picked goodies of the garden! My body craves the heat of the
sunshine beating down on it as I work/play in that garden.
Odd
that by the end of August I'm so tired of the weekly ritual of riding
the mower all around this acre plus that I call a lawn, but at this
time of year with the snow laying on the ground and the winds
whipping over the hills freezing everything in sight, I actually miss
that darned mowing...
Odd
too that by August I'm so tired of weeding and bending over to remove
those stinking weeds in the garden and now I find I miss that too...
When
winter is here I miss the excitingly beautiful colors of the flowers
that dazzle the eyes and warm the heart.
I
like seeing the Doves that hang around here during the winter. I
enjoy seeing the Cardinals that feed on the berries still hanging on
the bushes around the house and yard. I get a kick from watching the
quail that sneak around the yard looking for a meal.
But
I long to have the windows hanging open and listening to my feathered
friends cooing and singing their songs. I miss chatting with my
Hummingbird friends as they zoom across my porch at near the speed of
light making me sometimes duck for cover. I miss seeing them at the
windows, looking in and reminding me when I'm late or forget to fill
their feeders.
I
miss my early morning walks and hikes around the fields and woods
seeing the critters as they wake, play and hunt for their breakfast.
It's
very seldom any more that I go for my walks during the winters.
There
is knee deep snow and frigid cold winds to deal with and now that the
body is older and not as spry as it once was, it often becomes more
of a torture to go for those walks.
Yet
still there are those days when the sun is shining and the wind takes
a break, that I can't seem to stop myself from trudging through the
knee deep or higher snow for my walks and to visit with the wild
animals who make me smile and chuckle at their antics.
Doesn't
look like today will be one of those days though.
I
can look out the windows this morning and see clouds of snow being
blown across the fields by the winds. Kinda like a snowy sand storm
blowing across a desert of white.
It
seems like a great day to dive headlong into those seed catalogs so I
can dream and plan for that vegetable garden and the flower gardens
that I'm itching to get started on for this year.
It's
a great day for an old single fool who has no one to share body
warmth with to think warm thoughts of working with the sun beating
down from above warming his stiff, achy back as he works in those
gardens.
Thoughts
of chasing the bunnies and birds away from the garden. Thoughts of
cool breezes blowing through the open windows on days so hot you
think your skin will melt and run off your body.
Yup,
it's another great day to be alive and smiling!
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