I haven’t written in a few days, simply due to a lack of: new political scandals to rant about(!), any garden news (it’s cold and wet out), or inspiration. I’m preparing to start indoor veg seeds, as soon as my last seed order arrives, tomorrow.
Meanwhile, E has been concocting culinary creations, like this excellent fruit crumble pie, and these yummy breakfast croissants, from scratch. I’ll need some serious gardening to work all this off.
Not to get too metaphorical, but the way winter strips away leafy façades and exposes the bare bones landscape in all its naked truth, reminds me of the way 2020 did the same to the evil ex-pres. and cronies. It looks barren and bleak, with no redeeming qualities, but it’s an absolutely necessary transition from dormancy to rebirth. It also reveals the environmental weaknesses and vulnerabilities that will need to be addressed come spring. Things look ugly and unpromising now, but given time and work, the natural balance and order of things can be restored. That’s what I’m telling myself, anyway.