January is the downside of the holidays but we eat out socially more than in other months. Part of it is celebrations and part is sheer boredom. The grill is hibernating and the slow cooker is waving its lid. It’s also a slower time of the year for restaurants (and quieter) and I like that.
I have a very active fantasy life. It doesn’t take much to entertain me (in my head). If I see a pair of stilettos I am at a ball with a sweeping gown. If I go to a garden show, I can see my yard bursting with color. None of these things will happen. I know it and I’m OK with it. I’m satisfied with the fantasy. I wonder where this comes from.
One of my winter fantasies is sitting in front of a fireplace and reading a book with a mocha latte and a cat sleeping next to me. Reality is that I can’t read in the afternoon. I fall asleep. Like in ten minutes. When did that happen? Somehow reading in front of a fireplace at 8 a.m. doesn’t have the same appeal. Perhaps I should check with Walter Mitty!
The robins haven’t migrated again. They stick around our area right through the winter. They come in large groups of at least 30 birds, flying in for food and water. I threw cranberries in the yard and they were very happy about that. I tried blueberries last year but they weren’t as popular. They have stripped our holly bushes and it’s only January!
We have two crab apple trees. Both are beautiful year round. The blossoms are stunning and the red fruit in the fall is gorgeous. The squirrels have been hanging upside down eating them. They don’t eat them in the fall so it may not be high on their list of favorite foods but when other sources dry up, those crap apples can sure be tasty.
Nothing else going on here. Time to pull out another fantasy like a summer picnic. Where are my flip-flops…?