Jeff is going to be so. mad. at me when he sees that I posted this photo of him on my blog. If he sees, that is. Aka. all y’all be quiet and don’t tell him, okay? Isn’t he the most handsome human though? He doesn’t like photos of himself and he really doesn’t like photos of himself without a hat on, but that’s my favorite Jeff that there is.
I’ve been really missing summer the past few weeks. January through March are notoriously the hardest months of the year for me. I talk about it every year, but it’s the time during the seasons where everything seems to be in limbo. No cheer for upcoming holidays and a long way until my skin gets a good dose of vitamin D again. It’s windy and cold, but not snowing. It’s sunny, but freezing. Why. Why must these months exist? THANKS SO MUCH SOUTH AMERICA, FOR TAKING ALL THE GOOD WEATHER RIGHT NOW. Also feel free to flip me the bird come August when your country is full of rain.
But seriously, send the sun back.
Some of my favorite sunny memories from 2013 were of my little garden in the back of my house. My landlord randomly built me a great little garden box and filled it with dirt in late July. It was totally meant to be, because our friend A.J. also gave Jeff some broccoli that he didn’t have room for in his garden, so we just went ahead and planted it. Everyone kept telling us that it was far too late in the season to grow vegetables in time for harvest, but somehow we ended up with the little broccoli that could. We cut the broccoli greens every week and ate them in salads and saw our first broccoli heads in early November. It was so perfect!
We also made a few new friends through out the season, my favorite of which was a little tiny inchworm that I named Mr. Green Frederick Itchy Von Pearson. You can see him perform his dance routine here. Ignore my stifled giggling in the background.
Are you folks missing summer yet? Anyone planning their garden for next year?