Oh boy! The combination of no recent snow storms, warmer temperatures and my special mix of Matcha green tea, honey and cream have elevated me to a new level. As you may recall, I had a few potholes in life to mess up my energy level and I feared that I lost my get-up-and-go. That rumor is being put to bed.
I will have to get over my funk that spring is not going to get here and I am perfectly okay to stay inside and drink tea and bake cookies. I walked down our driveway in shoes without cleats for the first time in months and there were absolutely no ice chunks to kick or slip on. Then I saw a real miracle! The area that was covered with at least a foot of snow last week now is showing daffodil plants that are about six inches tall! They have never been uncovered since the first snowfall so they have been doing all of this under the cover of snow.
The daffodils that Daughter Nissa purchased for two cents each when she was 8 years old are still underground under a foot of snow. They have come up almost every year since she planted them many years ago. Not sure if she would get upset if I said that it was 31 years ago. Hopefully, some of the four-foot snow banks in some of the shade gardens will see fit to melt before June. It appears that I will be enjoying my spring flowers in June or July this year. Maybe Larry's shop door will also be accessible by then.
Between my deer fall in November and Husband Larry's flu and pneumonia happenings, we are trending towards a "War and Peace"-style book of experiences. This year's flu seems to have a mind of its own so please take it seriously if you touch base with it. It is more than just a conversation piece and can become a major player in your health.
Would you think it would be a good idea if Mother Nature did something outstanding and special to signal in the new year? You go to bed and wake up in the morning and there is no big fan fair to say "It's a whole new year!" I am not sure what I would want her to do but maybe something crazy like having a pink sky for us to wake up to or fancy once a year shaped clouds?
Are you reading this in a fully restored home environment? Is everything, old and new, all blended and tucked into the home landscape? Do you know where everything is and you can just walk up to it and remove it and put it to its correct use? Some of you may even have the "Thank You" cards prepared and maybe even sent. The Christmas tree may be history and there will not be a real tree needle to found on your property. (It's been three years since I have had a real tree and I am still finding needles on the front porch).
It is truly written in stone that the fall/winter season has arrived. Those blasted mice have declared our farm house a "center of interest and good living." Anything and everything is explored and chewed on. I would not be surprised to see a little band of mice marching across the kitchen floor headed to the cupboard or the stove. Yes, those blasted (kind word, not the real word) mice are even able to get into my Wolf range oven. It is not the safe, hide-it-all sanctuary I had thought it was.