Winter, my least favorite time of the year. I look out at the barren emptiness of my gardens and grimace. How I miss the green tendrils of vines growing across pathways, making Bonnie's garden patrols that much more difficult.
I miss the rich greenness of Thalias.
I miss cantaloupes,
and cucumbers, looking good and tasting great.
Beautiful red tomatoes, ready to eat and so delicious but now gone.
Green beans, thick as hair on a dog's back, complete with a surprise that came up right in the middle. It was so pretty.