Awaiting The Return of The Sun

It has been a long Winter this year . . .
I can't remember the last time I walked around my garden. I visit it through windows, imagine it under the snow, holding on, dormant, poised and ready. Waiting for the warm touch that will spark life and signal the start of another cycle. I'm longing for the return of the sun - dreaming of fresh green leaves unfurling and burgeoning life everywhere. . .

"The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth."
- Arthur Rimbauld