I don't really like to be cold. I would much rather be found sitting in front of a nice fireplace, with a big roaring fire blazing happily away, whilst I nestle under a quilt, in a big overstuffed chair, with a stack of good book's...for the entire month.
It is the happiest because it is the month my Honey and I tied the 'love knot of matramony'. We were so young. That was 35 years ago...there was a lot of snow, and it was very cold outside, but warm in our little half furnished, cafe side apartment.
It is the saddest month because it is the month my parents died.
33 years and one day apart form each other.
The older I get the smarter they become.
I am still learning from them. As well as learning about them.
Getting older and having more time in between helps, but you would be surprised at how many times in a week I think about picking up the phone to call one or the other of them.
I miss them both more acutely this time of year.
The cold will eventually warm into Spring, then straight into shade seeking Summer.
The happiness Honey and I continue cultivating will be sprinkled with quantities of manure and sunshine and it will be good.
The sadness is selfish. If I allow, a plethora of wonderful memories will banish the sadness and replace it with the joy those who have been called home wish for us as we wish for them...
I guess I would be remiss if I neglected to add that January has all the appearances of the most reflective month of the year as well...
January is a weird month. Somehow the snow makes it seem much longer than it really is. Glad it's over :0) (Although February isn't much better!)
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