I get the post-Christmas blues pretty bad. I love the holidays so much that I don't get the blues before, but after, when all the fun is packed away and I've shopped the sales and bought more lights for next year (yahoo!!), I feel sad. It's cold, and being cold makes me tired. And it's dark, and the sun doesn't shine for days at a time.
The other day I was moping around the house, and I suddenly wished for flowers. Lots of flowers, growing in my garden and filling my yard with colorful glory. I considered the plastic flowers I've seen at the dollar store--I could buy a bunch of those and poke them in the ground, just to help me make it until spring when I can plant...
OH!! WAIT!! I JUST REMEMBERED SOMETHING WONDERFUL!!!!
Guess what I did last fall? I planted HUNDREDS of bulbs in my garden!! I just remembered! I had forgotten all about those little sleeping bunches of JOY! Tulips, daffodils, hyacinths (my very, very favorite!!) and crocus.
When I remembered those bulbs in my garden, just waiting until spring to BURST out of the winter mud, I was SO HAPPY!! I had planned ahead for the winter blues, and then I forgot all about it. Now I am excited about my bulbs, and I'm excited for my flowers. And if you drive past my house in April or May and you see me laying on the front walk with my face in the dirt, don't worry. I'm OK! I'll have my nose in the hyacinths and I'll be breathing the life back into my wintery spirit.
20 hours ago