Winter at this old house in the roses

Is anyone here? Anyone at all? Lately, it seems to me, as if I’m the only living single soul floating above this lonely planet called “That old house in the roses”. You all know how it feels. It is like walking in the air all alone, or like floating in the moonlit sky while seeing the people far below sleeping as I fly… far, far across the world the villages go by like trees, the rivers and the hills, the forests and the streams… and I’m still the only one floating on this sky… yes, just like the old song says. But really, is anyone here? Do people read blogs anymore?

I’m sleeping more than I should and waking up much later than I want.  I’m reading three or four books at the same time and really not reading any; I’m baking what's suppose to be heart-shaped puff pastries, and instead getting something more like mushy stuffed flounder. I feel inadequate, and lacking; I’m lighting up candles and hibernating—like a she-bear without her cubs, like a wolf deprived of her instincts and a rose without her soul; one-part water and one-part dust. And how impermanent we all are, our bodies made of remnants of stars, massive explosions in the galaxies and dreams.

My green thumb has turned black too, so it seems… blame that to winter too, for some of my plants had to finally be discarded.  Overwatering was probably the reason why they weren’t thriving, and of course all those tropical ones--indoor heating, lower humidity in the air, the struggle to find a proper window, not enough light and so on.  Still…

 
...Still, the ones remaining look so pretty, and I so love each and everyone of them!

By the window in the gypsy room one of the geranium has started to flower...

This little tree here was a Mandeville tree this summer filled with beautiful crimson flowers, but now it is my all year around little Christmas tree. 

The Mandeville didn’t survive, but it gave me the perfect platform to turn it into a kind of a natural little Christmas tree.  I added some baubles and fairy lights, and then covered the soil with pinecones.  I love it so much, it will continue to sit here all year!

Now tell me... how do you fight the winter blues?