That’s what having a garden is like. Cycles of beautiful lush gardens, flowers and outdoors; cycles of harvesting the produce you’ve raised from seed and cycles of cold that are enjoyed indoors, baking cookies and getting ready for the next year.

Well, the newest cycle has begun. Our windowsills are being taken over by seedlings…and I can’t wait for it to get slightly warmer out!

*for some reason the word cycles doesn’t really have even half of the impact that ciclos has in me. Must have been a childhood full of those seasonal trucks coming down the dirt streets in Mexico with the guy in the back screaming “tomateeees” (tomatoes) or “sandiaaaa“(watermelon) that made me race to my parent’s side screaming “the -insert fruit name here- man is here!” while thinking of the treats that would be eaten later that day. Or it might just be a psychological, mother-tongue, sort of thing…like when I swear…