It’s finally snowing. Now I can have some sense of closure that it’s winter rather than just an ill-defined muddy season following fall. I really need winter closure in the garden this year. I need that peace when the garden is cut to the ground, all neat and tidy, and needs nothing from me. And now it’s freshly mulched with snow.
And I find myself thinking of it as “the” garden instead of as “my” garden, as if to further disassociate from it. Maybe that’s just a winter thing, or maybe I simply don’t have it in me this spring to pick up the shovel and make my annual vow that this will be the year I finally finish the garden to my satisfaction so I don’t long for the escape of winter.
Maybe all of that gardening time and effort would be better spent on other pursuits. I could read so many more books. Or learn to take better photos. Or volunteer with rescue dogs. Or become a ballerina or a cowboy. Or just sit on the back porch and truly relax instead of pretending to relax while scrutinizing the back flowerbed that’s run rampant with Obedient Plant so I don’t have to decide what else to put there.
I’m sure I won’t feel this way once spring is in the air and the sun slants across my veggie beds again. But for now, I need some winter closure.
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