Winter Time Again

I can always tell it's winter.

My children told me so. It starts by slight sneezing, then to runny nose. Along comes fever, low-to-mid-grade, this foretells nights of no sleeping for worrying so.

I can always tell it's winter, because of the urge to plant a garden. Fresh flowering plant, all nicely in a row. Along came the frost, and only the strongest survives.

I can tell from compulsion to buy summery things. Like skateboards, and tank-tops- they're on sale!

I can always tell it's winter, because I rejoice in Indian summers.

The End