The theme of gentle January has morphed seamlessly into February. I’ve given up searching for motivation…trusting it’ll return of its own accord. Eventually.
The weather has been absolute shite. The pendulum has swung wildly from extreme cold (think -38C wind-chills) to bizarre levels of mildness that result in charming things like ice-storms. Which we’re currently experiencing. Again.
Happily (?) I missed the last one while I was incapacitated by a particularly horrible ‘flu virus that laid me out for over a week.
I’ve learned that I’m not very good at being poorly.
I take my (usually) good health for granted and that’s something I’d like to change. I often start the new year with Grand Ideas about eating more healthfully, but that’s another thing that doesn’t really fit in well with the winter months….seeing as how there’s nothing terribly healthy that’s in season. But there are little changes I can make — like replacing the sugar in my tea with honey…because I’m not ever going stop drinking a sturdy builder’s several times a day. I have my limits.
So, yes. Wide margins and white space. Letting the days drift into one another without too much expectation beyond the everyday necessities. I rather like it. It reminds me of life before the internet started filling my head with All of the Things. It seems, when given the time and space, my head fills up with plenty of Things on its own. With the added benefit of not making me feel anxious or overwhelmed. Just interested and curious. Go figure.
It’s too soon to look at my seed catalogue (which arrived in the post weeks ago)…Imbolc came and went with barely a nod…it’s not really seasonally significant in this climate, despite all of the hoop-la about rodent prophecies. ;)…but I am starting to think about this year’s garden…namely the vegetable element. To veg or not to veg, that is the perennial question. I feel like I need to re-think the story I’ve been telling myself about not being '“good with vegetables” if I want to be truly living my values. This has nothing to do with my homesteading aspirations (or current lack thereof) and everything to do with walking my talk. It’s still something I’m mulling over. Lord knows I’ve got time before I need to start any seeds!
We’ve started rounding up the garage cats. The daylight hours are lengthening, and with that comes the awakening of hormones. Considering at least four out of the nine cats are female…well, that translates to a lot of potential kittens….horribly inbred ones, at that. So, after emailing back and forth with several cat rescues (all but one of which were exceedingly unhelpful), we’ve started trapping them and taking them to the local animal shelter. They were 'short on cats’ so are happily receiving our charges. Fingers are crossed that they’ll rehabilitate quickly and will find forever homes. I don’t like to think of the alternative, but the never-ending cycle of overpopulation needs to end somewhere and I think we’re doing right by them...as best we can, anyway. We managed to catch four of them before inclement weather and ‘flu slowed us down but efforts are resuming this week. It’s really quite an emotional undertaking — B and I found ourselves a bit ragged over the whole thing.
Right, that’s about all that’s happening here…..books, tea, Midsomer Murders and Anne with an E on Netflix….in between nose-blowing and compulsive weather forecast-checking.
So, winter then.
Hope all’s well with you?