Sometimes, life takes you by the hook, casts you out and waits...for a bite. This seems to be my thoughts during the cold month of January...waiting...waiting for snow to come, waiting for the days to warm up, waiting for the ice to melt, waiting for the birds to come back, waiting to plant. I want it all. Winter seems to be frozen in time, not moving forward. This time last year, we had three snow storms, waist deep snow in which to tunnel, slide and build in. But, this year is different, no snow yet, just gray and brown outside. Every morning my little man Henry runs to the window with excitement only to be disappointed when he peeks and still sees no snow.
Seed catalogs are coming in the mail, my mind wanders off ahead to spring, when we can start our seedling. Sometimes we watch the cardinal, he comes to perch on my trellis, eating his seed. I miss the hummingbirds.
I know it is not good to think ahead or think of the past, we should be living in the moment. I find that hard sometimes. When day turns into night and night vanishes for the sun, it all seems to be the same in January.
I am waiting away.