It's been a warm and sunny day in my part of the world today, with lots of birds chirping and dried leaves of the last season dancing with the breeze. With all their glory and warmth, it is days like these that bring nostalgic memories of spring! I gladly welcome the sunshine and rays but there is still so much missing! It always seems that after Christmas is over, it's not really winter anymore. Drinking a cup of hot chocolate or a bowl of soup just don't feel the same without those fuzzy Christmas socks, or the smell of pine cones and cinnamon. Sometimes I wish spring would come the day after Christmas (ok, maybe New Year's).
My roommates and I took a stroll down to a local farm a few days ago, in hopes of picking a few strawberries and finally going on that tour we'd been hoping to go on for so long. As we walked up the steep hill, the chatter and giggles came to a sudden stop and this sign appeared before us "Farm tour closed. Starts again in March." March! With nothing else left to do we walked down the path, with empty hands, but souls full of dreams of spring...and of strawberries!
