The time we are all anxiously waiting for is almost here. The shortest day of the year has passed, and each day the sun stays up just a little bit longer. Every day I go outside, feed the chickens, and walk through the garden already visualizing the beds full of color and life. This is the hardest time of the year for me. I know spring is coming, and I am just itching to get my hands in the dirt and start growing things again. 

I take a deep breath, savor the garden air, and remind myself to be patient. We will be together again soon, my love. For now, sleep. But know I am coming for you soon.