When I come in from working out in the high humidity, my eyes burn from all the perspiration running into them, even with a sweat band.
No, when it's 10 below or more, I look out the window at the iris bed and see the tips of the leaves sticking out of the snow. I don't go out and talk to them, I sip my wine by the fire and go onto this web site and dream with my cyber family about all the blooms that are in the making and will show their face some time in the future. I wait for the dealers to show their wares and I count my money and see how many can I afford to buy this year. I enjoy us all showing our favorite blues, reds, yellows, oranges and others once again, viewing the pictures that came so fast during the bloom season, and now we have time to share them again and enjoy them once more. I roar with laughter at the funny stuff we come up with to keep us from going starkers like Amazing Don Private Eye. Then about January the new seedlings start showing their tiny selves and that brings hope and joy that a new season will soon be coming around the bend. Any of you who just joined our forum here recently will see what I mean come winter. You will love the fun.