March 12, 2012

I woke this morning to a howling wind swirling little chips of brown leaves around. The mountains across the valley have disappeared behind a heavy curtain of snow. I dreamed last night that I was working in my garden, harvesting juicy red tomatoes and tender sweet green beans. The sunshine yesterday was just March teasing me with hope...maybe this year I'll plant early.... This morning winter slapped me in the face with icy fingers, screaming in my face...ha ha, just kidding.