This winter has been very mild, even here in New England where we can usually count on months of snow, ice and gray skies. I've mentioned that I love the snow but I have been doing my best to enjoy this winter for what it is. It is a pleasure to take a walk without fear of slipping or ploughing through crusty ice drifts. A strange side effect of this weather though has been that I'm yearning for spring. I'm tired of looking at brown and yellow wet grass and bare trees... if we can't have snow then can we fast forward to some green? Frankly I've been in a bit of a funk.
There's nothing better than walking into a green house in the middle of winter. It's like a seasonal time machine and the moist air and shiny leaves always lifts my spirits instantly. When I was in college we had a wonderful green house that no one ever visited, it was my secret hide away to go and sketch or just breathe in the dead of winter.
I decided we needed to add a bit of green to brighten up our day, so late in the afternoon when I'm usually cooking and prepping for dinner, I took Little Smith on a spontaneous trip to our local plant nursery. He loved the tall potted palms and the little water features... he also loved torturing orchids, so we made the visit short and picked out a couple of ferns to call our own.
It was such a pleasure to dig in the dirt... winter style! We repotted our new friends and swept up as the sun went down and then ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner.
It was exactly what I needed. These guys should tide us over while we wait for spring.