Monday, February 25, 2013

Nothing Has Been Happening Here

It is winter.  It's been confusing though because it has been a warm winter.  Everyone seems to be sicker during those warm winters.  That has been the case for us.  The stomach flu started our winter off and a respiratory virus sort of thing is finishing it.  All of it leads to nothingness.  Feel well enough to be up and not in bed.  Don't feel well enough to actually do anything.  The winter hasn't been so bad.  Some storms but not as bad as they could have been.  The snow soon melted away.  No snow men.  No snow balls.  No snow forts.  But still too cold to go out and let the sun's rays warm your bones.  Too cold to dig a hole in the still frozen ground.

On groundhog's day, Punxatawny Phil indicated that there would be just two weeks remaining of winter.  That was three weeks ago and I am looking out at the current snow covering.  Most melted away yesterday but it's there.... mocking me.  There is suppose to be another snow storm tomorrow night.  The weatherman assured that it would melt away quickly also.

Don't get me wrong... I'm glad we aren't having any emergencies, for a change.  But the nothingness is nibbling away at me.  We survive, but we don't thrive.  We aren't having fun.  Almost like the blood is moving very, very slowly in our veins.  I have taken to watching movies with green in them.  The Jane Austin stories are good.  She seemed to like characters that went for walks.  So I play "Pride and Prejudice" or "Sense and Sensibility" and I look at pastures.  I watch for hedgerows.  I am inspired and nurtured by all of that green.  Then I sit near my sweet potato vines.  They wait for spring too, on the window sill, in a jar with an inch and a half of water.

Together, my sweet potato vines and I, just vegetate, cause absolutely nothing is happening here.


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