The Lost Month

For me, January is a boring month. We just finished the three major holidays of the year. My house has been covered with festive decorations, both inside and out. Streams of friends and relatives have visited bringing and receiving food and gifts. Even the pets participated in the celebrations.

Now the special foods are either eaten or resting in containers in the freezer. The presents are unwrapped, played with, and possibly broken. The decorations are back in their storage containers tucked away in the barn and the weather outside is cold, dark and dreary. In other words this is my least favorite month of the year.

If the seasons were up to me, winter would start on the first of December and end on January second, at which point all the snow goes away and spring starts. It’s probably a good thing I’m not in charge, because we’d never have enough snow pack for skiing or sufficient water replacement for our rivers and lakes.

The bottom line, I want to get back out in my garden and get some dirt on my hands. At the moment my garden is buried under four feet of snow. I guess all I can do is stare longingly at my seed catalogs and mark off the days on the calendar until I can start planting again.

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Augustina Van Hoven

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