I have been extremely busy with work that is more often drudgery than pleasure. I’m slipping deeper and deeper into a depression that I recognize is both exhaustion and that feeling I thnk we all have of being trapped between seasons. I love snow. I adore blizzards. I’m crazy for crazy weather (except for prairie winds). I’m absolutely nuts for seasons that make themselves felt! Some days lately I can sense spring coming, but other days it seems we’re trapped in a kind of seasonal purgatory, as if the sun’s gone on strike and refusing to move.
My bedside table is now piled high with garden catalogues. I miss writing and sharing this blog and I’m afraid that with all the work I have to do now, I’ll not get into my garden as often I want (which is every day, of course). My friend Andrew tells me “just do it anyway.” He’s right.
So tonight I’m planning a catalogue feast, with Carol Klein’s Life in a Cottage Garden (a gift from Andrew) to guide me. First steps out of the doldrums.