Fair Weather Fiends...

I just got done gardening.

In December.

What the fuck?

Our weather has been bonkers so far this season. Dark and cloudy but without much rain all November. POURING rain but 60 degrees in December. My yard has absolutely no idea what season it is.

I finally gave in and did some weeding today. It was like spring out there. Not just the weather, which I did it all in just a sweatshirt, no jacket, so yeah, the weather was part of it, but so many little weeds. If we don't get a cold snap soon I'll have to hope for another break in the rain and do it again. There are SO MANY WEEDS.

In December.

And, of course, because the weather is bonkers my spring bulbs are all popping up. Between that and the squirrel "helping" garden I have no idea what will actually come up in the spring. I might be buying pre-made baskets and putting them out everywhere just to get some pops of color.

Our neighbors were out gardening as well. Trimmer and leaf blower. Thank goodness they have an electric leaf blower because it was loud but not LOUD. But my plan had been to use the quiet and repetition of weeding to work out a short story in my head. It's one of the best times to get ideas, or work through ideas. Cleaning, weeding, painting. Anything that uses part of your attention but not all of it. But with the noise from Jerry's yard it was no go.

So instead you get a blog about gardening in December.

I really want to have some sort of lovely bow to tie this up in. I mean, it's the season for bows. Something about enjoying the season you are given instead of wishing for the season you wanted, but I don't have anything. Maybe something about looking for the breaks in the rain and sun shining on you to recharge. But nope. Or maybe something about ignoring the noise around you while you work on your own things. But I've got nothing.

Oh well. I guess I'll go put on my sneakers and take a walk with Brent in the sunshine.

In December.

What the fuck?