Do mild winter gardeners experience SAD? Do those fabulous and funny Austin, TX gardeners suffer from it? I’d bet no, though I haven’t asked. Yet I don’t know any Northeastern gardeners who are not at least a little snarly this time of year.
My own foul mood sets in the instant I can no longer plant tulips, the very last thing you can put in the ground in upstate New York. Generally, this occurs around Thanksgiving, when the soil freezes so hard, you’ll hear a "boing" sound if you try to touch it with a shovel.
This year, however, for the first time, I ran out of tulips long before I ran out of gardening days. In fact, if I had them–if Lowe’s had them, if Brent & Becky’s were still shipping them–I could plant tulips today. We have had a bizarrely warm fall, more fuel on the anecdotal fire that global warming is a force to be reckoned with. Of course, I live with the author of Big Coal, who is now one the world’s best-informed reporters on the subject of global warming, and dare not minimize the impending disaster.
But, I dunno…if it means Northeastern and Midwestern and Western high country gardeners can stay sane by digging all year long…well, the carbon dioxide cloud might have a tiny silver lining.Posted by Michele Owens on December 17, 2006 at 8:29 am, in the category Ministry of Controversy.