1 – It is snowing. Again.
This doesn’t upset me; this is the small, dry powdery snow; much less disruptive than the fluffy, sticky stuff that enveloped us earlier in the year when we were snowed in. Although I don’t know that that should be in the past tense, really, since we’re pretty much still snowed in.
It’s gotten to the point where The Resident Princesses won’t even squawk about being let outside. After this weekend’s sky-offering, Cashew won’t even set foot outside (“What?! Put my delicate pink paws on that frozen wasteland? I don’t think so.”) and Guinness, fluffier cold-weather kitty though she may be, still comes running back in within 10 minutes, snowflakes sparkling in her fur.
In spite of that, however, I’ve been spending long minutes (umm, usually while The Boy is out in the cold shovelling, salting, re-shovelling and generally making our property safe to walk on, all while cursing the fluffy precipitation) daydreaming over graph paper and seed catalogues.
I’ve been re-reading my gardening books, and re-thinking which plants I want to focus on, and how to divvy up my beds, discussing rodent-foiling-schemes with my dad (chickenwire; lots and lots of chickenwire), new spots around the house I’d previously dismissed as being insufficiently sunny, and if I should maybe reconsider my stance on pots.
I’ve got seeds in containers, seeds on tables in front of me, seeds marked for ordering, and an entire kitchen cupboard (the one under the sink, of course) filled to overflowing with egg cartons, juice cartons, trays and other containers I’ve refused to let The Boy recycle as I hoarded them for my seedlings. Well, it’s here: seedling time. I’m a little nervous, really.
2 – I’m shaking off my calendar neglect.
I know, me, queen of the calendar. I’ve been taking them for granted and committing the Cardinal Calendar Sin: I haven’t been checking it. This would explain why twice now, in as many weeks, I have been in the wrong place on the wrong day, and I feel terrible about it.
I’m no personal organization guru, but I’m better than that. Well, I will be from now on, anyway.
3 – Industry.
I’m also feeling bad that The Boy has been so industrious (our living room has walls now!) of late, while I’ve been… what? Maintaining what semblance of order I can in the house? I did help shovel (once), but for the most part, he’s been the one “moving things forward” as he would say, on the house front.
I have done small things, but none of them feel particularly useful or productive at this point. By far my biggest contributions have come out of the kitchen (and no, I’m not referring the cupboard under the sink).
I’m feeling hibernate-y and lethargic, and that’s terrible.