After what has turned out to be a very mild and dry Southwestern winter, I really have nothing to complain about, but I am still craving flip flops, drooping wisteria, and open windows. Looking around my house this morning, I saw that, though it’s still a few weeks away, I’ve created my own interior version recently. Fuchsia, gold, and orange are in everything from my quilt, to the flowers I bought yesterday, the book I am reading, and the skirt I will wear later.
Outside, my pear tree and lilac are on the brink of blooming, but I hope they can wait a little longer. March can bring unexpected frosts and snowstorms, zapping blooms. But, like me, they are impatient and ready.