January 15th. The days are getting a bit longer, the sun has been lovely. But, oh, it's cold. I am so tired of winter. Every year, January and February are tough. Everything feels more difficult, evenings I just want to sit by the fire and read mindless stuff, and I'm hungry all the time. And grumpy. Did I mention grumpy?
Just missing summer. I am not a cold weather kind of girl...give me the sunshine on my face, please. Or better yet, the shade under our gazebo, or on the front porch, with my iced tea beside me. A book, roses, the birds at the feeder. My own private heaven.
How much longer?
I'm not sure if I can stand the wait.
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