When you know that a tree has the potential to be lush and green, produce flowers and even change colors, it’s naturally a bit underwhelming to look out instead at a sea of sticks all winter. Like clockwork, I always feel barren and lackluster in the winter months. I want to hibernate like a bear and rise from my mossy burrow in the spring, ready for a stretch & a little snack. But, hibernation hasn’t been on the adulting menu, so pushing through like the rest of the humans has been my only option. That makes the feeling of summertime that much sweeter.