Waiting

Even on days in the recent weeks when the weather has been frightful, I dream of sunny days.  Warmer days, when I can sink my hands into the earth and press tiny seeds into the cool dirt.  Days where I run to the store for packets of carrots and kale and zucchini.  On the rare occasions when we have had temps in the 50s, I continue to work in the garden, building my layers, while visions of plump red tomatoes and crunchy garden peas pass through my mind.

In the meantime, I hope all those polar vortexes and crusty ices and gray snows are killing every single squash bug around this place.