It is snowing heavily outside tonight. Beautiful, wispy, fine flakes.
And while I gaze at the white floating down, and love how the amber streetlights light up the snow, I do dream of spring. Green. Not just any green. That riot of green that comes in Wisconsin as the landscape explodes with life.
I like having 4 seasons. Seeing the world fade into winter, the starkness and survival in the harsh cold and snow, the bursting of life each spring, and the rain and relentless sun all summer as things grow and thrive from our soil.
It is not long before I start my seedlings. I love going down the steps into the basement, seeing the bright lights over my tiny vegetables and herbs, watering them, smelling the soil, thinning out, checking everything, rubbing the leaves gently to release the smell of the tiny basil, dill or lemon balm. The boys love to help and are excited each day by the progress they can see.
Until then, a little eye candy to go with my shoveling.