and then it was green

   Winter is hard for me. It is hard to explain. It is hard to even think straight some days. It seems that I am holding my breath waiting for spring. For the world to be green and for time to do what I love. It is not that there is not a love for teaching, but it seems that more flows out then in, and at the end of the day there is nothing left inside.
  Maybe I'll go read my seed catalogs one more time...