i feel it. that excited, anticipation of...SPRING!!! the now almost unbearable yearning to go out in only a sweater or jean jacket, to see the sky darken slightly to that summer-blue, the trees begin to take on that tinge of new green, to smell that fresh, brand-new smell of grass turning or the rich, earthy aroma of freshly tilled soil. to walk through greenhouses alive with the aroma of promise - that intoxicating fragrance seducing you to buy far more than your bank account or flower pots can support.
i can't claim to be a master gardener but i think i can claim the true heart of a gardener. it is a religious experience to take some tiny, dry seeds, place them gently into the soil, carefully water them and give them light, and then see the green sprouts begin to emerge triumphant from the dark ground. for me, it's a lesson in faith. we bury the seed and it looks hopeless - nothing supports our glad expectation. and then - a tiny sprout that keeps growing and growing to become something to rejoice over.
it is this expectancy that will buoy me up until the end of winter and the true arrival of spring.