I’m going to chalk it up to the weather and a lack of interaction outdoors. The seeds have arrived and I look out the windows at the feeders and the huge snowbank covering half of the garden and think, meh, I’ll just sit here and think. I seem to have been immobilized by the weather – it’s too cold, too windy, too blah.
There is light at the end of the tunnel. The days are getting longer and the sun is warmer. I will have to get things together to start my plants for the garden soon and we will start to think about sugaring in another couple of weeks. All of these things are huge harbingers of spring.
Yet each morning I get up, look at the thermometer with its single digit numbers and I just want to get back into bed, roll up in those quilts and hibernate for another couple of months – until the leaves are out and the perennials are coming up. Maybe I just need to visit a greenhouse somewhere and breathe in the air. A short term fix for what feels like a long term problem.