They say anticipating something can be more fun than whatever it is you’re expecting. Maybe. I try to recall a few times when I’ve looked forward to an event, a particular day, or a special occasion. Did I find more joy in the planning and expectation or in the main event? At times.
This is what I am telling myself to do, think like spring. After months and months of white, I seek color. I imagine the spring day I cut these forsythia blooms from the bush in my front yard.
The sun always makes me feel industrious, so on bright mornings I write or edit. My favorite spot to be on these cold wintry mornings is in my dining room which has both a south and east facing window. The south window hosts an arrangement of plants: various succulents, orchids, African violets, and a Christmas …