Today there was no wow in winter.
There was only dullness and brownness, crunchy leaves, drab and gray, stale leftovers from another season before the winter sleep.
I worked hard in the Lady Garden, raking away a foot of leaves, planting a few plants, pulling weeds, and there was still no wow, nothing to show. I didn't feel satisfied. But then I saw promise that spring is coming. Yes, it's coming. The signs are subtle, a few young shoots, tiny buds swelling, telling me the land is waking.
Soon the earth will come out of its slumber, cast away the rags and put on colorful new party clothes.
How much would we love spring if there were no winter?
So I am content for today, waiting for spring.