Where I live, January rain overflows mother nature's plate. And days without rain, the horizon lost in thick fog. Then at night, the chilly wind sounds like the wailings of angry ghosts.



But however January weather, I remember last summer. Those mornings when warm sunbeams stretch out to greet. And before the intense heat, setting out onto the lawn with garden sheers and basket. To dress the home, these quaint bouquets of fresh flowers decorated my bedroom dresser and kitchen table. Mother nature grins cheerfully.