After the piercing gray light that filled the corners of the rooms in our house even through the late night and the wee hours of the morning, it was such a relief to wake to the piercing sunlight streaming through the green glass on the south facing kitchen window sill. These Valentine beauties are just coming into their own, opening into their greatest brilliance in the midst of all the gray, warming a small section of this house that’s surrounded by cold like the number my valentine does on my own heart. He braces me up for the cold, the wind in the morning and then welcomes me back home into the fold of warmth and the table the three of us share, attempting to remove a bit of the stress I carry throughout the day and the tenseness the cold creates on top of this stress. The color of these flowers were glowing from within with that touch of sunlight, and it seemed as if we might just be turning the corner on this season for once and for all.
But she’s wily, this Winter, choosing to stealthily approach in the night, catching by surprise the whole city who curled up on the couch with kettle corn and a good flick instead of the nightly forecast, and woke to the white blanket once again, with more coming down. It’s the perfect snow for round tight snowballs that would sail intact and then hit with a soft thud of cushioned explosion on your cheek, cling to your eyelashes and your scarf, and remain there throughout your play. But who wants to play? We’re over it, we’ve moved on. We are sick at the mere sight of our snow boots. We want hot pink and green glass and the sun, please, just the sun.
So here we are, creating our own breakfast sunshine…blueberry scones with a hint of lemon, and enough batches to share this morning with a crowd.