Along about February of each year, I peer thought my frost covered windows and think about the coming of summer. I cannot afford to spend much time at this reflecting game of mine, for if I did, the depression of winter, which I continue to ignore, would surely take its toll on me. So I indulge only in brief moments of summer thinking.
These brief moments, however, are enough to permit me to plan the coming of summer.
At various times during my reflecting, I think about rich, green carpets of grass, and also of lovely flower faces begging to be touched. In addition, I see the green, leafy trees and the bright warm summer sun. I cannot long for the lazy, blue, summer sky, the picnics in the park or on outside patios.
I can almost smell the red-ripe tomatoes and the golden, silk covered ears of corn.
Summers to me, means entertaining friends and relatives outdoors, with bright patio lights glowing in the dark, and the happy laughter of people.
Oh, in the dark, dreary days of February, these thoughts continue to carry me through until the warm days of May, June, July and August arrive once more.
Along about August of each year, I peer through my hot, rain splattered windows and think about the coming of cooler winter. I cannot stop long enough to spend much at this reflecting game of mine, for if I did, the hectic hustle of hot summer days would overcome me, and I would be lost and beaten before the return of quiet, calm days of winter arrive.
When the days are long and hot, I cannot help but dream of walking briskly thought the snow covered fields, returning home with pink glowing cheeks to a cup of steaming hot coffee. I think of knitting mittens by a roaring fire instead of weeding my over-populated gardens.
Then I long for an evening dinner for five around the dining room table, instead of a barbecue for twenty-five in the yard. In my mind, I can picture a quiet evening alone with my husband, children in bed, and the soft flakes, flurrying past the windows.
While reflecting at this time of year, I think about the housework that will be done properly and the long overdue letters and emails that will be written when the kids spend all day at school.
In winter, I can once again put dinner in the oven in a casserole dish, instead of cutting, chopping, husking, slicing and peeling all the fresh food I have tired of, just so it can be eaten before it rots in the garden. I will be grateful that I may once again, hang the sheets and other bedding outside after washing them because I love the smell of fresh linens, instead of dryer-dried items, and also so my neighbors will know I value the clean smell of bed linens. Do they still notice that? Yes, I would gladly turn in my rake, my paint brush, my sun burnt face, the noise and heat of a summer day for the short, cold, days of winter when I will, once again, peer through my frost covered windows and think about summer.
