Here's my little tribute to winter with a twist....hot tea in the garden.....
Warming my hands, trudging through the flea on the heels of yesterday's 50 degrees, the wind began to blow and the temp began to plummet into the 20's . I began to dream of spring and it's warm and toasty mornings at the flea. After gathering my trove of treasures, the finds were amazing despite the weather, I began to ponder this thought.....
How ironic that the new year begins in the dead of winter. Wouldn't it be more celebratory to burst out a new year with all it's glory in the Springtime? Just imagine what better way to revel in the hopes of a fresh new year with the sounds, sights and smells of new life! Well, we can only imagine....until then, I'll just have to look forward to a glorious and creative 2009.
How ironic that the new year begins in the dead of winter. Wouldn't it be more celebratory to burst out a new year with all it's glory in the Springtime? Just imagine what better way to revel in the hopes of a fresh new year with the sounds, sights and smells of new life! Well, we can only imagine....until then, I'll just have to look forward to a glorious and creative 2009.
