I think I am in denial. Despite the foul weather I seem to think it is still October, or that Christmas is a long way off at least. Hence there has been minimal shopping which is a bit of a shame as I have quite a few presents to buy.
Added to that, I think I am missing being outside. I know, obviously, I can still potter in the garden but I just prefer not to do it in the pouring rain. The days that have been dry (or should that be day) have seen a poorly child on the sofa and there is something about having a succession of poorly children that a) is utterly exhausting b) slightly depressing and c) means you get bugger all done.
So I need a kick up the bum. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. I need to unearth some inspiration. I need to get a handle on Christmas so I am not doing an impression of our turkey on Dec 23. Y'know. Headless. (Yes, killed that fresh. A friend rears them, organically, on their farm which is wonderful and thrifty and green and lovely and everything except we always end up with an enormous bird. Bigger than my children sometimes. Because no-one else wants that size and, y'know, there are a lot of us.)
Here's my mini list that will, soon I hope, have me embracing winter. Or at least feeling a damn sight cheerier than I currently am:
- Copy Lia's idea I read in the Sunday papers really of putting seed packets in a card index box, separated by dates. She explains it better here.
- Spend my Sarah Raven voucher. Feel slightly guilty about my SR love which is stupid. Must amend soonest.
- Copy Lia's idea (again) and Work on Greenhouse to make it all snuggly.
- Order vast quantities of seed catalogues (any recommendations anyone?) in bid to do number one and to Get Organised.
- Plant garlic somewhere, anywhere. Yes, I know it's late. I am past caring.
- Actually do the two projects (that are vaugely connected to gardening) that I keep promising myself I will do. Tut, lazy.
- Knit my fingerless glove thingies (what are they called? wrist warmers?) to entice me to work in the greenhouse (because I shall, of course, be toasty warm. Or my wrists will be. Or I shall feel smug standing at the school gate because, yes!, I made them. Other people will probably think what is she wearing. But I won't care.)
