when my backyard is covered in snow,
and my kids are puking from something they surely picked up while picking their noses at school,
i look out my kitchen window and imagine my garden in august.
especially the giant sunflower leaves.
i like them better before they bloom you know.
when they're stretching for the sky.
and i feel like they could grow up forever.
so there i am, standing at my kitchen sink,
staring at the snow,
and i'm imagining what it feels like to walk outside to warm up,
and it hits me,
maybe i love summer after all?
maybe i love august after all!
but don't worry,
i still love winter too;)
because how on earth would summer ever taste so good,
without a cold winter to remind me of what it felt like to be warm.