I'm one of those people who loves the coziness of shorter days, fires in the wood stove, wool socks and soft, oversize cardigans to wear around the house and the certainty that Fall will always bring us the holidays, my favorite time of the year.
For me, there is that very awkward time between late February and whenever Spring decides to make it's debut - mud; cold weather; gusty, windy days... seeming even colder to me than the winter. I just feel awkward all around, even though the calendar and Punxsatawney Phil say that Spring has arrived.
It may go all the way back to when I was a little girl, with a new pastel colored dress and shiny new shoes for Easter Sunday. The problem was, we could never depend on Easter being warm enough for that dress, or dry enough for those new white patent leather shoes. The warm Easters were wonderful; the wintery ones just terrible.
Yesterday evening I went outside when Frog Hollow Farm Boy drove up the driveway. The weather was warm enough to go out without a jacket, there was no breeze, and the sun was out. I may almost be sold on Spring - it does take me a while - and think that perhaps enough time has passed to help me to begin the transition.
I planted some pansies today - large, happy pansy faces - some really pretty deep violets mixed with some softer shades of violet and white. The cabbage planters even look happier with some flowers!
Hope all is well - ciao bella!