The Part I Don't Love

Every time the season changes I think, "This is my favorite time of year!"  I love watching the green infiltrate the inert world in the spring.  I love living my life outdoors during the summer.  I love the warm hues and tastes of the fall.  I love the radiance of the snow through the winter.
Except right now.  There's a mini-season between winter and spring that is my unfavoritest time of year.  After the last snow and before the new life, there is only ugly.  The sparkle of Christmas is all boxed up, the earth is lifeless, the sky and the ground are the same color: dead.  The outdoors is dirty and it's too cold to wash.  The Precious is cranky.  Lefty is quiet.  Angel Doll is preoccupied.  Pixie keeps flying into the window glass in a vain attempt to flee to a warmer climate with the rest of her kind.  Hunneypunkin hibernates.  Jeremy Renner is happy to live in Cali.
I'm restless and irritable and the money is gone.  There is no attention span.  I want colors.  Flavor.  Heat.  Fire!  Music.  Beauty.  Life.  I want to pick lunch from the garden.  I want ultravioletness.  I want New Zealand.
We carry on, zombie-like, waiting for Genesis.  It's too long till Easter.  I need resurrection.