We're edging close to February now, which means only two - three more months of snow, after which the green grass will start popping up. About this time of year all I can think about, dream about, and imagine, is the brief flickers of lightning bugs and the muggy sweat of summer. I can't wait to dig in the patio in my back yard, planting mint around each square stone, and placing our plastic table and chairs on top of it. I can't wait to crack open one of our homebrewed beers and put my feet up on the raised-bed planters we'll install in the next two years. I can't wait to grill up some freshly picked vegetables from our garden on our new built-in grill in the next three years. I can't wait to install that hot tub on the corner of the patio in the next ten years.

Maybe I'm imagining too far ahead now.

Or maybe I'm imagining just far enough ahead to make it through each day with a smile on my face and a light feeling around my heart.

Labels: gardening, random