wishing and hoping

Each morning, my first task of the day is to set the sold shop packages on the front porch for the mail person to pick up. This morning I had to place them in plastic bags, as the porch was covered with snow, and as I stood in the cold my thoughts were that I hope this is winter's last hurrah. 

I can remember the love I had for winter as a child, but as I have grown older, that love has waned. Gone are the days of sliding on the ice on the way to school, of tobogganing down the hills, and of creating snowmen. Now, the cold wind seems to seep into my bones and the gray of the skies affects my moods. 

So as I stood on that cold snowy porch I began to dream of porches that reflect warm welcomes. 

Porches filled with flowers

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with one elegant chair

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with whimsy

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with colorful nooks

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with places to dream

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and places to share a meal

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and I felt my mood lift as I closed the door against the cold, because I know that those days are not far off. 

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