Having put the gardens to bed a while ago, and the pool to sleep just a few days ago, a surprise morning glory bloom (before the snowstorm and hard freeze we had) deigned to remind us of the not-so-distant past, yet it already feels so far away. Both Andy and I are entertaining a countdown until spring, and maybe it’s a little soon for that, but time is flying these days, and a chart of weeks for the next four to five months – something to bring us into March – may be the tonic to bring us a happy and surmountable schedule of anticipation.
In one of the more dreary months of the calendar year, remembering summer mornings filled with these glorious blooms is one lovely way to past a gray day. Spring will come again. And summer will be right behind it. In the meantime, a trove of memories exists, here and in our minds, to bring a little bit of summer to every day.
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