Everyone in the north gets pretty bedraggled by the end of January. We’ve already coped with 2 months of winter proper, and only have February and March to look forward to, months often filled with snow storms, slush and bitter cold.
Even though this January in Toronto was ridiculously warm, with rain some days, and no snowfall to speak of, the cityscape at the moment is dreariness personified. Everything is brown, brown, brown. Or grey, grey, grey. It’s enough to get you down, down, down.
All we want to do is garden! I hear my friends cry out, often. Seed catalogues can help us get through this bleak time, but something actually growing can really lift the spirits.
I went out in search of hyacinths, a surefire mood booster and harbinger of spring. The ones I found were a bit past it, and I found a chirpy looking miniature rose which I took home instead.
Yes, miniature roses aren’t going to last in my sunny windowsill. I know they can develop spider mite very easily, and yes, mini roses have none of that lovely rose smell. And they aren’t really indoor plants at all. But this particular one looked like a tiny version of some antique roses I’ve been drooling over for years. It charmed me into taking it home.
Even if I get two weeks of enjoyment out of this one, it’s worth it to have on my windowsill for now. And you never know, maybe it will live till spring, and I can plant it in my allotment garden. I hear mini roses are very hardy. At any rate, this little cutie is cheering me up on this bleak January day.