Here we are, at the most frozen, coldest dang day of the winter. I should be using this time to keep moving,
to ward off the chill, to sort, to downsize, laundry, cleaning…but I find myself napping on the couch,
watching junk TV, occasionally rolling out from under the furry throw to eat something or refresh my
coffee.
I have been thinking about spring. This arctic blast has me in that mood. I am thinking about plants, and colors. I get out the journal and start writing down
goals for landscaping 2019, write about rock and mulch and clearing
brush. Will those sweet little
plants from last year survive this cold? January and February are meant for thoughts like these..spring cleaning?
Well, that’s for spring, and we aren't there yet.
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