It was easy to be lulled by the seventy degree weather though common sense told me that old man winter was lurking just around the corner waiting for us to become complacent before slamming us again. I knew it was too early for him to be done with us, but somehow after the spring tease the freezing temperatures are much harder to bear. I had begun to tentatively think of spring flowers and polk salad, though I don’t know where I’ll find polk salad around here. The thought is tantalizing my taste buds with memories of past springs filled with that delicious wild green. Polk salad has always been a special treat to look forward to with the warming weather. I guess I’ll have to forgo it this year but there are dozens of wild flowers here to enjoy. I’m anxiously waiting for the blue bonnets to pop up in the field across the street where I’ll have a front row viewing seat.
In light of the harsh weather in other parts of the country I have cause to celebrate, even if it’s colder right now than I’d like. I’ve determined that I’m like an addict of sorts, I get a few warm days and I just crave more. I have hopes that if I can bide my time, hibernating if necessary, till March arrives that the long-awaited south wind will have enough ummph to push old man winter back to the north country where he belongs.
To say I’m counting the days till spring would be an understatement; I’m sincerely waiting with bated breath for the first flowers, new green leaves, and first fruits of the season. I thrive on having something to look forward to so to bring spring a little closer during this dreary, cold spell, I’m planning my spring garden….in containers of course. Should I have flowers, cherry tomatoes, herbs, that long wanted lemon tree? My heart tells me to embrace them all and I might as well dream big.
As I sit here planning and dreaming of warmer days, I’m truly thankful my family moved me to Texas last spring or at this very moment I’d be ice-bound in my home in Arkansas again. No, in view of everything, I won’t complain at this snippet of cold air; it’s time for song and dance, hot chocolate and seed catalogues, homemade soup and bread, and maybe, oh yes maybe, a donut or two…with chocolate frosting.