I'm not talking about Girl Scout Cookies, although its just about time for those delicious treats. I am talking about time to bring out the cookbooks and the gardening books.
Every day I get a new catalog full of beautiful bulbs and seeds and all sorts of gadgets I just cant live without. I line them up and take them with me from the recliner to the bed and have a trusty pen with me at all times to circle all of the lilies and shrubs and flowers I am going to plant. I just imagine how wonderful my yard will be in the Spring with all of the colors of the rainbow and every scent you can imagine just wafting through the windows and going into the neighbors yards. Oh how wonderful it will be.......
And when not carrying the loads of catalogs and flowering plants books, I have cookbooks with me. I have a cookbook for low cal foods and dinners, I have a cookbook for slow cookers and some from the telephone company that are worn and ragged but still usable.
Trusty pen in hand, I get the piece of paper that will be my closest friend for the next few days while I scout out the needed ingredients for the massive amounts of food I will prepare for my husband and family. Oh, I am so thrilled to think about the scents of herbs and spices boiling and filling the house with what I equate to the smell of love.
I have these books all over the bedroom, next to the chairs, in the kitchen and just everywhere. There may be one or two in the car, I dont know.
Then reality sets in.
The thought of having to go outside in the heat of summer and deadhead those plants, water them, replant what has died from neglect, clear out the weeds, cut the grass, cuss at the lawnmower that quits and wont start back, well, the dream of that beautiful yard just goes away.
So I go back to the recipe books. Oh how wonderful those glossy photos look. So tempting.
Ok, get the list made. Get the sales paper showing who has the best price on hamburger or chicken.
Get depressed at the price of hamburger or chicken.
Look at the kitchen, and think of what pots and pans will have to be used to cook such delicious meals. Who is going to clean them up? What will we do with the leftovers after we are tired of them? Do dogs eat beans with their cornbread?
Now I have all of these cookbooks and gardening catalogs to do something with, and thats another chore, cleaning the rooms that I have neglected because I have been too busy cooking and landscaping in my mind.
Then the thought hits me that everyone must have a dream. Most folks dream of being rich or traveling, or doing some great thing with their life.
My dream is a clean house, beautiful yard, clean car, and well cooked meals 3 times a day.
So to be able to dream, I must go back to sleep, and these days with the weather so bleak and dreary, I am finding that sleeping is a new hobby and one that I am becoming quite fond of.
In reality the yard wont be beautiful, the house wont be clean and the meals will be take out more than likely, but in my dreams, its a wonderful place.
Hopefully I will see you in my dreams, cause they are quite wonderful. Now if I can just get the smells to incorporate with the colors, I will really have it made.