For most of October, I was a whirlwind of activity: harvesting, cooking, canning, raking leaves, planting bulbs.
But we're on the dark side now of Daylight Savings Time, and it's cold and grey, and there isn't much to do in the vegetable garden, and what I mostly want to do is to eat stew, find a nice cave, and hibernate until May. Never mind that I still have 200 tulips to plant in the backyard before the ground freezes. Never mind that there are still odds and ends that need doing, like a few final pots emptied and muscled into the garage, and the hose put away, and some dahlias and cannas lifted and put into tubs in the basement. I'd rather be inside reading, thanks.
Of course, I'm too grown up to give in completely to my lazy impulses. Even though there are 5 months of snow ahead of me, I am well aware that life is too short to spend 5 months of every year hating the calendar just because gardening season has ended. Last year, my family and I took a trip to Quebec in January, and it was a revelation, seeing the way those Canadians deal with winter. They get out into it. They ski or sled or ice skate, eighty year-olds and eight year-olds alike. They embrace it.
So, I embraced winter, too. I got out almost every day at noon and ran when there was no snow on the ground, and snow-shoed when there was. I felt really, really good. Slush, chill, and darkness seemed like a mere trifle.
I'm sure I'll get there this winter, too. But right now, what I mainly want is for somebody to pass the bonbons.Posted by Michele Owens on November 12, 2010 at 3:40 am, in the category Shut Up and Dig.