The months after Christmas until mid-to late March are the most difficult of the year in my opinion. Spring and summer have always warmed my heart as well as my back as I bend over tomato plants in the garden or flowers in their beds. Over time, I have learned to love fall with all its color and pre-cold weather symphonies even though I know what comes next. But winter—I struggle with. It takes effort to celebrate long, colorless days.
