Snow has become a four letter word around here. It is another day, and yes, it is snowing again. Same snow, different day.
I wonder if those living closer to the equator shake their heads in bewilderment as to why we Northerners ever live here? All most of us seem to do is complain about Winter with many a four letter word expletive.
While some relish the snow and cold – those “mobilers” and skiers and ice
drinkers “fisherers,” I think the rest of the “most of us” would be gardeners. While the snow is fresh and pretty and jolly around Christmas time and even into January where we try to celebrate “Winter interest” and ahhhhh, a break from the very physical gardening hobby, it is the last month or so that becomes oh so tiring. (Sort of like that sentence – it just drags on.) I mean oh, the drudgery – put on the puffy coat, the gloves, the hat, the boots, push the door open with significant force to break the ice and push away the newly drifted snow, grab the shovel, shovel snow, brush off the car, scrape the car, start the car, remember to leave open the cupboards so the pipes don’t freeze, refill the humidifier, make some tea, turn down the heat, turn up the heat … it is maddening. (It might just prove to be more economical to rent a Southern estate than pay for heat.) OW! Another static shock of electricity.
How many garden plans can one dream up? (By now they are too elaborate to even begin to realistically complete within a season much less several years.) How many seed catalogs can be read and reread for the umpteenth time? How many seeds can we order and plant? Just how long can that Dogwood shrub and evergreen be interesting? I need another snack and a nap.
Ah, the carefree days of Summer. Flip on the flip flops, flip off the flip flops – it doesn’t matter, open the windows – leave open, no coat, no gloves, start the car and go! It is the summer that is so sweet here in the North. The perfect temperatures – not too hot – sometimes a bit too cool. The songs of birds, insects, lush, green growth. Flowers upon flowers upon flowers. It is like having a baby. One forgets all about the pain of Winter and is smitten with this brand spanking new landscape in Spring. So much so, that one does it again – endures the Winter just to see that born Spring that makes us all so giddy goo goo gaa gaa.
Right now? Same s***, different day. My gardener class has been canceled due to S***! [ Insert four letter word @#$*!] How do you cope with the drudgery? I am over ready to induce labor and return to sitting in my favorite viewing chair OUTside.