I realized this past week just how much I’ve been looking forward to you (not at all a new thing, except I apparently forget every.single.year. shame on me). Of course I wish you’d been just a little more consistent in what season you were bringing. Last weekend it was spring (or yikes, summer? yep, Marc wore shorts to golf!) and today it was freezing (literally. I had sleet on my windshield this morning). I must admit to a slight preference for winter leaning into spring. My post-holiday knit-for-myself thing has resulted in two new sweaters that are for sure for winter and I’d love the chance to wear them both enough to make me feel fine about washing and blocking them again before I put them away.
I was late putting my amaryllis bulbs out (maybe you could tell December that I much prefer her coming more than a week after Thanksgiving because. well, because.), so you are going to usher in the blooms I usually see in January. Red amaryllis are going to stand in for roses at my house and based on yesterday’s progress, I’m expecting bountiful blooms.
I love how welcoming you are to the later sunsets. I’m sure March appreciates you, too. We’ll be well into 11 (!!) hours of daylight before you turn things over … and that’s a most welcome transition.
Of course I also love a long weekend plopped right in the middle. A Monday without work is still a holiday from all sorts of things. (and I especially appreciate I have a valentine of 41 years … egads!! … thank you!)
Most of all, thank for you for another opportunity to appreciate the good things of right now, then turn the page, make a fresh start, look forward to what the next four weeks will bring, and say thank you.