It’s time to pick up myself and get out of the wintery lethargy. It feels today that we are definitely getting closer to spring. It’s like waking up from an extremely long snooze. I didn’t enjoy winter even as a kid. It is tolerable until Christmas, but when the days are so bleak, dull and grey, I have no desire to do anything. I still painted, spring especially, and read numerous books.

Generally, I am like a tree. I shed my beautiful leaves in the fall, with huge regret so, I must say, and I am overwhelmed by the dread of the nearing winter. At this moment, end of February, I am starting to feel that life juices will be running through limbs soon. Once the buds start to open it’s not long till the first leaves and blooms come. Then it’s up to maturity and harvest in the last warm sunshine. That’s my natural cycle of the year.

While this place where we reside isn’t very suitable for growing anything indoors, I do that nevertheless. There are plants which do fairly well and even very well in half-light. Some plants can survive without any direct light. I do love my African violets; they have a small extra space at the South looking window. It’s a tiny space, but enough for my violets. The purple one is 20 years old. Isn’t that amazing?

What do I want from life at the moment? More stability and predictability, less worries, less pain. What happens to the huge goals? Well, I have come to conclusion that doing one’s best is definitely enough. My goals are very realistic; sell more paintings, give more art classes, make a decent living out of that. That’s within my reach and pretty much happening already.

All the best and thanks for visiting my blog which was left unattended for a while!