new beginning. or not

It is hard to imagine that the snow was knee-high just a week ago. Sitting in my studio, I glance outside the window, and it is green. Gatsby no longer comes in crispy clean from the snow – he is darkish grey and unrecognizable. 

As I write this, I see the Christmas tree still lit up out of the corner of my eye. The house smells of raspberries and white chocolate - nothing has changed, and I still love the kitchen the most. Although I vowed not to order more dahlia, vegetable, and flower seeds this year, I have already finished my January 1st shopping at Famfarms. My rule is broken with my 32-item wish list on Seedaholic and more than ten on Grace. I look at their websites and keep reminding myself that I should stop, yet a voice inside tells me I should not. 

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