Most winter mornings are gray, without much color where I live, especially in February. Sunshine and blue skies are a gift and make even the bitter cold seem warm. On this gray morning I sat eating a bowl of steel cut oats across from L4, looking out the window into the backyard. What was different today wasn’t the color or the snow, we’ve been seeing that for months now (and I don’t mind, really!). It was that our seed starting bench was sitting there, Loki perched upon it studying the squirrels and birds in the yard.
As I watched him watch the outdoors I also looked at that blank white surface. It’s much like an artist’s canvas because it holds the potential of the beauty and bounty to come in the growing seasons of this year. Sipping tea, munching the oats with my girl, I felt anticipation welling up inside of me. Soon our seeds will arrive in the mail (maybe today?) and we will begin planting and tending. The seed stalking will begin, as I wrote about last year. As soon as those thoughts came I realized that this anticipation is part of my winter ritual. Oh how I hope the mail carrier brings me a package from Fedco today!