I am so tired of winter.
I am tired of bulky coats and snow tracked into the house. I am tired of biting cold and dry, cracking skin. I am tired of looking out at a sea of white; I want colour. (Except I’m not tired of boots. I love boots.)
I am tired of slippery roads and foggy windshields. I have had enough of splinters from firewood and back aches from shovelling.
So imagine my happiness at discovering garden supplies on the shelves at Walmart.
Maybe spring is not so far off after all.