So here we are at mid-March. The little calendar at the right (on our home page) suggests there are now 7 months to go Still seems like such a long time. Snow still covers the ground like a blanket but certainly doesn’t Feel like one. Our seedlings for our gardens (both flower and veg/herb) are starting to pop up from the mini containers we have them in. Leaning as they do, toward the sun from the window, searching for the same warmth that teases both them and us.
This is the time of year that seems to drag on and on and on… It is bad enough when it’s simply a normal year. Spring is JUST around the corner, yet can’t seem to get here fast enough. The desire to get out in to the yard to do the planting and the tending is an itch that can’t quite be scratched.
Now we couple that with emerging from this 2-year hiatus due to the pandemic. Hope remains strong that the very worst is behind us. Presuming that it is, then we also look forward to friends and relatives visiting for weekend (or weekDAY…we live the life of the retired!!) bbq’s and get-togethers.
Add the fact that we have this fabulous adventure so tantalizingly close and the waiting becomes almost unbearable. This is likely the very first time in my 67 years that the month of November is actually something other than the inevitable beginnings of more snow.
Yeah…we’ll wait. We’ll do all the things we normally do and enjoy pretty much every one of them. Even more so because we Should be able to do them with everyone dear to us. But everyday will also mean we’re just a little bit closer to getting on that plane…and then the ship!!