Dreaming of Summer

I know it's the end of January, and we've got a long way to go until summer. But still, I can't help feeling myself pulled there. Maybe it's because my office, though quaint due to being in an old building, is very cold and drafty, particularly by the ceiling high windows that I love. Today I found myself in Target, staring at the Smith and Hawken display. They had bright colors, and birdhouses and silk flowers that made me think of words like "new", "young", and "spring". And then there was the end cap full of bright enameled kitchen things. Toys, really. Spinning utensil holders, paper towel holders, bread boxes, and canisters. All in unabashedly sunny summer hues like apple green, robin's egg blue, cherry red, and juicy orange. I wanted them all. I shouldn't torture myself like this. And I sure wish the retail industry would stop adding fuel to the fire. I think it would be less depressing if they kept the shelves stocked with firewood holders, plaid pajamas, and wool socks. At least I wouldn't be tempted to dream this early in the game. And don't even get me started on the "seedling kits". I thought Target was based in Minnesota. That's just downright sadistic!