I love winter. I love cold weather and gray days and snuggling up on the couch with a blanket, a cup of warm tea, and a good movie. I love going to visit the snow (and when I lived in the snow, I loved it there too). I love wearing sweaters and hats and boots.
Don’t get me wrong, I also love spring, summer, and autumn. I love each season in turn. Each season has its own beauty. And I look forward to each as they come around. Each one brings new experiences and new adventures.
This winter has been pretty weird, even by Northern California standards. Cold and dry, and then warm and dry. The last warm spell lasted almost four weeks. There hardly any snow in the mountains, and we’ve never been tempted to make a point to go skiing, which is my favorite winter activity. It just not worth the expense and time if there’s no good snow.
Last week, I was wearing short sleeves and even got a bit sun-kissed working in the garden. When I stopped into the garden center to pick up some new sweet pea seeds (for my tee-pea), I saw some optimistic tomato seedlings and could not resist the urge to purchase one.
I know it’s silly. In fact, as soon as I planted it, the weather turned cold again, and we’ve had a couple of light frosts since then. But I just had to buy it. It symbolizes my near-giving up on winter for this year. I’m officially just waiting for spring at this point. There’s a chance I’ll get to go skiing, but I’m not going to hold my breath or do a rain/snow dance. I’ll enjoy the trip to the mountains, and decide whether the slush is worth renting skis for.
In the meantime, I’ll guard my hope-for-spring tomato and see what happens.