Sometimes these days I stand by the sliding glass door to my little deck and dream of how it looked last spring and summer. I remember what it’s like with all the windows and doors open, with people flip-flopping down to the beach to play in the lake, and the sounds of the gulls flying overhead. With our “murphy table” pulled down and piled high with fresh produce from the Farmer’s Market. Dinner out there with friends by candlelight on a hot summer’s night.
Which really helps because this is what it looks like right now.
Can you see how hard it’s snowing here?
But summer will come again.
I just know it.