January is a long month. Thirty-one days of cold, dreary weather. March is still two months away. I look out on my garden. It looks so neglected that I find it hard to believe I harvested carrots from it just yesterday. Yes, in January! They were small carrots, and oh, so sweet! But that’s it for now until the soil warms up.
I hope the snow stays up in the hills. Misty clouds obscure the glacier on the opposite side of the bay.
I thought I could tough it out and spring would be here soon, but I caved. I went shopping for some colour to brighten up these last days of winter. Every time I look at my new orchids, I feel better, knowing that spring will come soon.
Two more months until it’s spring?
Two more months till robins sing?
How am I to wait that long?
Hope the weatherman is wrong,
Talking about rain and snow.
I just wish that it would go.
Time for sunny days to be.
Two more months? You orchid-ing me!