Saturday, January 24, 2015
June roses in January
We're having a fairly snowy winter for my neck of the woods and I'm mostly enjoying it. We don't get a lot of snow, maybe an inch or two at a time, but we've had several storms so far. It's nice to have a little snow; everything looks pretty with a bit of snow on it. It's cold, though; I feel like I can only get warm enough when I'm in bed at night, under a sheet, a cotton waffle-weave blanket, a duvet and an afghan on top of all of that. I'm always looking for more things to pile onto myself as I go through my day. Socks, slippers, a sweater over my long-sleeved top, an afghan when I'm reading or watching TV at night. Ever try to crochet an afghan while wearing another afghan? It's awkward.
This week, we had a strong storm which included very high winds. The wind was so loud and so forceful that I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed listening to it howl across the roof, slamming into the steel walls of the swamp cooler and sending loose items crashing around the backyard. I worried about the chickens but they were fine and they even managed to lay an egg apiece overnight. They're tougher than they look. I, on the other hand, am a wimp. That wind was scary and I was so glad when it finally died down late in the morning. The storm left behind very cold weather but there was fresh snow and the crystalline skies that I love in wintertime.
While trying to will myself into bodily warmth this week, I've been thinking about the Rose Garden in Golden Gate Park, which the Bear and I visited on our trip to San Francisco last summer. The roses were in full bloom during our visit and we spent a couple of hours wandering. We ate a simple lunch on a fallen log under tall pines. There were many people around - tourists, dog-walkers, a preschool class on a field trip - but it was peaceful. And oh, those roses. There were so many kinds and they were hardy, prolific and stunning. I have a weakness for roses; my wedding bouquet was a densely-packed ball of pink and ivory ones. I took photo after photo that day in the rose garden - I just couldn't get enough of that beautiful space! My memories of that lovely June afternoon make me feel a little bit warmer now, in the heart of winter.