I took 6 weeks off of blogging. I’ll blame it mostly on winter, though one can still plan and contemplate gardening and certainly cook in the cold. I’ve felt a definite slowing down as the temperatures drop. When it’s dark by 4pm I find it difficult to do much in the evenings. Perhaps it is the primal aspect of our evolution? Did any of our predecessors hibernate? Because I feel a pull towards my couch and blanket. I make several cups of tea and read or watch movies. My energy is tied to the light. (I suppose these evenings would be good times to write as well.)
I’ve been meaning for a several weeks to write about a winter gardening topic: organization. K, myself and a dear friend were framing a deck in our backyard. Our vision is to enhance our kitchen’s connection to the garden, and give ourselves a perch to enjoy our southwest exposure. I was the helper, the errand runner, the lunch maker in this operation. I busied myself organizing our potting area in the basement to stay available for when tasks arose. This provided a welcome excuse to do something I ought to do every year. I recycled ripped and torn pots and neatly stacked usable 6 packs and seedling trays. It felt good to organize this disorganized corner that called to me each time I went to the basement.
