Monday evening we finally got some winter weather. I must say it’s been very pleasant working outdoors the past month.
Since it was warm on Christmas Eve, I left my windows open. My rooster woke me around four o’clock. He tends to start early when the moon is full.
I’m happy that Christmas comes but once a year. Even when I vow to keep it simple, there seems to be a bit of self imposed anxiety.
Please do not take this as a criticism. It’s downright impossible to muster up any sort of Christmas spirit with such fabulous weather.
The amount of winter moths is downright alarming. I was driving down a dirt road in Oak Bluffs and it was like being in a snow storm.
Here are a few of my least favorite things: raccoons, leaf blowers and the wasting of food. I’ll give you a break and only talk about two of them.
Here it is, Monday evening before Thanksgiving and I have yet to cement any plans. Rest assured, I will eat something and be grateful for it.
I do not do well with travel. It has given me the opportunity, however, to observe different things, not all of which are related to gardening.
There is a remarkable amount of garden work yet to be done. In my perfect world, the beds would be tidy, composted and “finished” for another year.