There’s one thing you can say about winter in New England that’s absolutely true: it’s cold.
And because it’s consistently cold, sticking to a schedule comes much easier… One day for laundry, another for grocery-shopping. A few minutes with the plants in the basement every day. Plenty of time to try new recipes. Plenty of time to write…
Or visit the Monkey…
When spring finally arrives, it all goes out the window.
Almost overnight, we’ve gone from 50 and overcast, to 90 and humid. Storms pop up, vent their fury, and leave chaos in their wake. The weather forecast dictates all activities.
Overwintered plants need to be re-potted. Seedlings are ready to transplant.
Of course, before that can happen, the weeds have to GO.
But doesn’t the garlic in the background look good?
All of which combines to undermine my carefully crafted routine.
But, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The laundry can wait, the shopping done piecemeal. It’s growing season again!
Guess I can put the snow gage away now…