Right about now, in the middle of January, I become quite sick of winter. Winters in Nebraska can be harsh. I find myself inside way too much with the extreme cold and winds, and roads that are just plain dangerous. Once again this year it sounds like much of the country is having a rough go of it too. So I count the days, tag when the sun rises in the mornings (the sun is higher and stronger each day now), make a cup of hot cocoa, and dream of spring.
Slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his face
A dream of spring.”
Filed under Deborah's Corner Tags: spring, winter