Through my blog reader, most especially, I have noticed the discernible lack of winter throughout the US this year. I don’t know about other countries and continents, although curious, and whether they too experienced the winter of less-than. It has never been a secret that the coldest season is my favorite and I rarely pick a favorite of anything. I’m too much of the mind that variety is the spice of life and I’ve spent my life trying not to ever have to select just one. That said, winter trumps the heck out of nearly everything else for me.
So, this lack of that we’ve experienced in most of the states has been rather confusing, for plant and beast alike. I mean, of all things, I find myself ready for spring. That completely shocks me. Of course, last year I was determined to find a place in my heart for summer, and I did. I am finding a balance in the seasons again, not that I don’t wish we’d had a proper winter. It’s certainly not too late, by any means.
One of my favorite variables in gardening is the structure of the cold-season garden. You can’t completely plan that. Solid structures can be counted upon to some degree, as well as trees and other plants with some heft or strong stems. The birds and bunnies might peck and pat. After that, the biggest influence upon the architecture is the weather itself. So far this season, I have been unimpressed with the display until I realized that it is nearly March and not only does the Red Russian kale grow, but the Five Color Silverbeet Swiss chard too.
I am so used to a gray scale winter garden that this shock of color nearly threw me off of my gait and onto the wet, muddy path. This isn’t the winter of my Scandinavian-heart dreams, but, oh, I will certainly take it.
I’m doing good. Thanks for your kind words. I will get little notes out to all of you soon. On Monday, I will return with the “something old” project. In the meantime, here is a little video from when I was foraging for catnip on Wednesday. It is a very hardy herb, and I’m able to dig under the snow and ice for it pretty much all winter long.
Enjoy your weekend.
The next week will be soooo delightful. This is my favorite day of the year, a long dark day that harkens the beginning of Winter. Tonight, our little family exchanges gifts. On the 24th, we visit my grandmums, and on the 25th, we stay home to celebrate my birthday. My husband’s best friend visits on the 27th. The 30th is our 21st wedding anniversary. I hope to see lots of family and friends stopping by during that time.
I’ll see you back here after the holidays, unless I happen to pop in with just photos.
Happy Winter! Merry Solstice! Yuletide wishes!
This has been the most rewarding holiday season, pre-holiday season even, that I can remember. I think that it comes down to a few things, most important of which is to not overwhelm myself. There are holiday tasks that I am behind on (getting out the cards that have packages with them, such as cowls) and things that I won’t get to do, but I decided early on that I would keep it simple. Then, whatever extra that I want to do and have time to do will be considered SUPER-FUN, EXTRA BONUS TIME!!!
Here is what is keeping me sane so far this season…
I keep forgetting to note that, although I’ve had a Tumblr for a very long time, I am just now starting to update it regularly with things that inspire me. Think of it as my online inspiration board. You can find it HERE.
I am a wee bit scattered today (pretty obvious, eh?), so I’m going to watch my favorite home video from last winter and then finish those last stitches on Red is in the ‘hood. I will be blocking that puppy sometime today.
Tomorrow? SOLSTICE! In case I don’t make it back by then, have a merry and bright one.
Over and out.
Between November 15 and March 15, many of the riverway access points and trails are closed to provide a barrier for the American Bald Eagles that roost in our area. The VFW park in Prairie du Sac is one of the only spots that is always open. Like, last week when X and I stopped by to snap some shots of the amazing ice that ebbs and tides there, we couldn’t because of the TWENTY FISHERMEN UNLOADING THEIR BOATS. (Instead, here’s a different VFW park ice photo from some years back. Here’s another.)
Yesterday, the whole family jumped a snowbank and we followed our own trails near August Derleth park. We skip the (snow-covered) paved paths, and we follow those of other animals and explorers. Or, we make our own.
I brought along the dreamy Diana toy lens. We’ve been fast friends.
The month isn’t quite over, but I need to unload these cast-aside photos from the first few weeks. My camera just rolled over to 40,000. I can’t imagine how many pictures have been lost along the way.
I get the idea that I take a lot of photographs of the pets and the snow.
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Hello, friends. Hello, Monday.
I’m glad for a new week. Good-bye, semi-hedonistic weekend. Welcome to-do lists, projects en queue, a fresh menu, beauty in routines, houred days, wanting to stay up late at night, making family dinners, accomplishing goals, and French-pressed coffee in the morning while I read emails. (Oh, wait. I do that last one pretty much every day.) I have probably said it dozens of times, if not one hundred, on this blog how very much I like the structure of weekdays … even though I’m not always so structured myself.
We had a nice weekend. I was partly lazy, partly dreamy, and even a little productive. We all had solo and duo time, as well as all three of us together for Sunday. Time, at least taking advantage of it, is a good thing.
One more thing and then I’ll shush up. WELCOME NEW FRIENDS. Somehow, I have been lucky enough to get a few new bright, lovely, and talented people commenting here. It delights me. Really. Some of you I visited first and some of you found me. However it happened, I am glad that we’ve crossed paths. The internet, blogging makes the world so much a smaller, closer, friendlier place. I like that.
Embrace your Monday … if not the whole day, just something?! Someone?!
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February goes so fast …
Especially when I haven’t yet finished my January cleaning and project goals. Ahem. Or, uh, when I spend the day birdwatching with the cats and taking photos with the Dreamy Diana lens and thinking about how I want to do things instead of actually doing them. This has been perpetual. I need to throw a rock in the machine called PROCRASTINATION.
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