august

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.

green.

green.

green.

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.