Where have all the flowers gone?

December 4th.  Wow.  I have known I needed to post something, anything, but it has seemed an overwhelming task.  My last post was the end of June, almost 6 months ago.  Brook helped me out with a new design and added some photos, but even that didn't help me get started.  See, this is what I'm talking about--I'm not too dedicated to journaling of any kind, but here I am again, hoping to make a new start and a new committment . . .

Summer came and went.  Fall has been beautiful at the casa.  I have a new compost bin; the apples were picked and some are processed and in the freezer; the plums were dried; the new garden spot, now in the place I've always wanted it to be, has been fertilized and plowed.  We had snow the night before last, and the cold seems here to stay.  No more days in the 40's and 50's.  Let's hunker down for the long winter.

When we farmed I loved winter.  Spring, summer, and fall were times of an unbelievable amount of work.  We always felt behind in the farm, yard, and garden work.  When winter came it was a great relief--even if we were still behind it didn't matter; there was nothing we could do about it, so it was time to enjoy the enforced rest.  Winter didn't seem as long then either.  We had from Thanksgiving until Valentine's day, but then we were in the process of gearing up again for the work time.  Yeah, I used to love winter, but now I see it as a never-ending round of cold wind and grey days.  Does that mean I'm not working hard enough through the other seasons?