Jealousy

Is is possible to be jealous of a country that is shrouded in mist and fog?

Well, I am. When traveling to England and France, I was jealous of the green grass and the daffodils that were just pushing through the ground. After browsing through the gardening magazines I bought in the U. K., I am jealous of their close-knit gardening community, which is probably because they share similar growing conditions, unlike here in the U. S. where we have everything from the tropics to tundra.

Yes, I am green with envy. Mostly I am jealous of the greenhouses--glasshouses--which I have coveted for too long. Really, even if I won the lottery, I wouldn't be able to have one at my home because we have so many trees. The main reason for my jealousy is that I could be working in the garden now.

Yet, if I lived in a different climate, maybe I wouldn't get nearly as much writing done because I'd be outside all the time.