Today my garden lies covered in snow. My garden is much like my heart feels today. Heavy and dead. I don't know why I almost always feel this way on Valentine's Day. The weather is gray and so is my mood. I try to be light. Light like a feather blowing on the cold wind that promises spring is around the corner. I cannot find a light. It is just that tiny speck at the end of a very long tunnel. I don't feel much like hearts and flowers today. I had all of that in my much younger years. Those years before I really knew what love was all about. Those years when my garden was busy growing kids and relationships. When my hope was still filled with romance and the days to come.
This is nothing new to me. I have these days. I know, though, that spring will come. And my garden will be filled with blooms and today will be forgotten.
But for today my garden lies covered in a layer of cold, wet snow.