I decided to unfold one of my quilts and drape it over the chair. In this wintry weather, I just needed a little bit more color.
Especially on these cloudy overcast days of January.
House plants, which add a bit of nature to my surroundings, help to make winter days more palatable.
Not to mention the added benefit that plants take toxins out of the air I breathe.
I can’t believe winter has just barely begun, and yet I’m already tired of it.
I keep gazing out the patio doors to my beloved patio, where, just a few months ago, the containers were filled with blooms.
Oh, how I miss my yellow roses. My yellow lantana and purple petunias. My aromatic herbs: pineapple sage, lemon verbena, rosemary, thyme, lemon balm and various mints.
I’m already looking up which varieties of veggies and fruit will grow well in containers.
Whether I might get another tree for my patio to keep Jade company.
I know you’re supposed to “love the one you’re with”, and I think that should also go for the seasons.
But I’m a gardener, and I want to garden.
House plants are great, and I’d probably have the true blues without them.
Still, I miss the sun warming my back and listening to birdsong while I plant flowers.
I enjoy watching new leaves unfurl on my indoor plants. But I also loved going out to the patio each day and seeing a new bloom.
But I’m determined to “love the one I’m with.” So I’ll be sure to cherish the darker days. The cozy quilts and candles flickering.
I’ll lose myself in the books on my night stand/dresser and savor the various story plots.
I’ll be extra appreciative of the warmth of my coffee mug in the mornings. As well as the aroma of coffee brewing.
I’ll study the stark artistry of bare tree branches as opposed to those filled with leaves.
I’ll watch the sun as it beams a different path, and relish the way the moon hangs like a disco ball in the inky darkness.
I’ll thumb through old decorating magazines and wonder how the various ideas might be adapted to my little apartment.
All these things are reasons to feel joy.
Because there is something wonderful to be found in each of the four seasons.
A glass half-full kind of wonderful.
Even for the gardener who eagerly awaits spring planting while sporting perfectly clean fingernails.