I have observed that during these isolating times; times where we spend a lot of our days and weeks at home, that the more time I have available to do something, the less likely I am to do it. Have y’all been afflicted with that particular malady, too?
Like many another scion of Celtic forebears, I celebrate the arrival of the Winter Solstice; like many another gardener, I rejoice in the coming of the coldest, darkest days of the year. To be sure, I complain about the cold, lament the lack of sunlight, and crave the warm sunny days of summer still to come. I, too, succumb to the impulse to start fresh, begin the New Year with great intentions . . . all of which I fully intend to begin once the spring warmth arrives.
I don’t know how our editor, Margaret Evans, does it. I’ve only been doing this column for a couple of years, and I’m already starting to have shpilkes as time for another column approaches. I love those onomatopoetic words!
When you start a journey there is always the first step. Then there are tasks to accomplish. Along the way we meet new challenges and opportunities. As we get to know our landscapes we change, adapt, weed out and add more.