The house in January
always seems so sparse
Cold, often, like January
Hard surfaces and nothing to soften . . .
But in the breakfast room,
Spring does come in January!
For the orange tree blossoms
and fills the air with the heavenly fragrance of orange blossoms!
And the paperwhites start blooming
Their "strange" perfume adding to the fragrance wafting from the breakfast room
And my eyes always light up
When the tulips show up at market.
I buy a bunch every time I go to the store
And plop them in vases or pitchers scattered around the house
(I like them blowsy!)
With the floral fragrances
And the blossoms
This really cold and really dreary day seems less so.