This is Winter?
I’m sorry, but for winter images I’ve gone back to February past. Today, we’re expecting temperatures in the low 70s. I had planned to cut firewood, but that seems unlikely. It will be too warm. The ticks will be out. The road is a muddy mess–turned to slop the way it usually does–in mid-March.
We’re talking with our contractor friend again today about getting up 10 foot posts and a bit of a tool shed toward what we hope will be our first successful gardening year following several years of planting a “Deer Salad Park”.
It promises to be a busy time by April. The “tweens” during which I had hoped to sandwich some actual accomplished work goals are disappearing. It is no longer winter. It is not quite spring.
I miss writing. I miss my camera. I miss the smell of garden soil. Its time to get the gears to mesh again, gain traction, steer wisely. Life is short.