So long, January.
Thanks for the big moon.
And all those stars.
Thanks for the sunny days.
And the ice.
‘Tis Winter after all.
And all of you is it.
Not just part of you, like December.
Start to finish.
Through and through.
And Winter it has been.
And then 75 degrees.
Bluebonnets don’t know whether to live or die.
They show their leaves.
Then get slammed with frost.
The sun comes out.
They show off again.
The iceman cometh.
And so this Winter Dance continues.
Who knows what wildflowers await us.
And how many.
Who knows how many more Springs we have.
All promise life anew.
But now is the time to plant other things.
Such as winter vegetables.
If only the ground weren’t frozen.
Wait a day.
It will warm up again.
Pansies might still be an option.
Nice bright color on a cold gray day.
Still not too late for bare root trees.
Or roses, perhaps.
Jeff at The Green House can help.
And there’s always pruning to be done.
Externally and internally.
Nothing like an icy cold day to reflect.
And prepare for new growth.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.