This year, maybe, will be different.

There's something about March that always makes me want to garden. I think it's the anticipation for spring, the warmth and the green that will soon be everywhere. The grayness of Michigan winters can really drag you down, especially in February.

Year after year I'll spend days clicking through gardening websites and reading about tips for growing seedlings indoors. I'll plot out what I want my garden - which will be a mix of flowers and vegetables - and the landscaping that would go hand in hand with it. I'll narrow down the websites for where I will order seeds, make notes of the local nurseries and when they will open (they are all closed until the spring and in this northern state spring isn't until late March to mid April) and wish list all the garden decorations that I will save up for to buy later.

Then spring comes and suddenly it's fall again.
I really have a problem following through.

Some days I go through my notebooks and saved documents on my laptop and look at the plans I've coordinated myself - for gardening, sewing, writing, traveling. Some are well thought out, others are just the beginnings of a scheme. Nearly all of them have not seen the light of the day. I always put them back though because maybe... someday... they will see fruition. 

In the meantime, I'm working on my plan for this coming spring against the backdrop of a dingy white sky under the office fluorescence. Maybe this year will be different.