winter-dreaming

The snow of mid-winter continues to fall, swaddling everything evenly in its soft flannel. The old stone home stands empty. At night, the windows are dark. No one sweeps the snowy porches; no one trundles down to the drive with a shovel in hand. True, the first floor apartment is occupied. But the bachelor who resides there is a quiet person. We hardly see evidence of his occupation. The tracks he leaves are quickly erased by the ever-drifting snow.

We wait patiently, taking our cue from the unfolding of the seasons, for the time to come for our family live there.

The empty, chilly rooms will be painted, new carpets unfurled, furniture positioned. Our baby grand piano will take its rightful place in the front room. Bedrooms will take on the character of their new owners. The sound of hammering and the cloying smell of fresh sawdust will fill the air. That peculiar and invigorating energy of a project will make us silly and slap-happy.

What is the color green doing on this blog in the month of January? Call it "color-therapy", if you will. I have wild hopes of tidying the old greenhouse in order to plant some garden flats. It is not a fancy greenhouse, mind you. It is a metal frame swathed in industrial plastic. But it is a real, bonafide greenhouse! For someone like myself who adores fresh greens, it is like money in the bank. Of course, this project won't get underway until late March, but January is almost over, and then we only have one more month......and then it is almost spring.