View of a winter storm through the kitchen window

There is no other season that wears me down like winter. For some reason, the winter months feel like an eternity and the days meld into each other like a nightly frost.

This year has been particularly challenging as March fails to kickstart spring. Oppressed by three weekend storms in a row, low temps, and overcast skies, my internal clock is fouled by the persistence of winter.

Each morning, I wake to the dream of warmth and the smell of defrosting soil … but no. Not happening.

Environment makes a huge difference in my life. I begin to flourish when my world takes on the mantel of spring. Life cracks a new chapter of lush possibility. But for the present, I stay quasi dormant. Waiting.