Tease.

January is teasing me. 

Two days in a row of sun has me all aflutter thinking of spring.

Backing out of the driveway this morning Macho squinted and asked what that bright thing was. I said we have been like moles underground. 

Minds and hearts are lighter today because of sun and blue skies.

This afternoon I went out to the Sharp Shop and brought two of my plants inside. They normally over winter in the shop. 

My "Christmas" cactus has fuchsia buds on it about to bloom. I am hoping they don't fall off inside. They have a history of doing just that. I have had good luck leaving them in the Sharp Shop all winter. And. It typically blooms for Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday. I hope to enjoy the entire blossom process this year. I also brought in my kalanchoe. It has buds all over it, also. Mine is a bright orange blossoming plant. I purchased it last spring or summer when it was blooming. I enjoyed a second bloom in late summer, while it sat on the back porch. And now it is full again. 

Macho and I perused our garden while we were outside. We are still harvesting bok choy, collards, kale, romaine, and mache lettuce. Our butterhead lettuce is about to play out. I think that we will try to keep eating these until the end of February. Then we will turn it under and get ready for spring crops. You do understand that we have a tiny garden? One salad table and one raised bed. Yet, it produces so much for the two of us. 

We are talking about some new things for the raised bed this spring. Not sure what. I'll let you know.

Tomatoes will be grown in pots this year. 

Butterfly garden is going to be relocated to the back yard. Our front beds need a total makeover. 

Much to do.

I know there are more cold and dreary days ahead. Our heater will cut on again. Coats and rain boots will be donned again. Hot teas and soups will be heated and eaten, again. 

But blue skies and the waning cold symptoms have me feeling all out door-sy and ready to get my hands dirty.

I even have a Master Gardener officer meeting this week to make me feel even more anxious to plant something in the yard.

Oh? Didn't I tell you? I am the secretary this year. 

These blue skies are inspiring me. 

They whisper spring. 

Shalom.