I hope everyone celebrating/marking Christmas had an enjoyable day. I didn’t grow up with the holiday – I think I got my first tree around age 28 at my then-husband’s suggestion – and I think I see it more from the outside in. In any case, we have our rituals (a tree is a big one), ate well, and had sufficient leftovers to see us through Sunday.
But I woke up Saturday morning very twitchy – not sure what to do with myself. The days continue to be very short on light here: sun rises around 8:15, sets around 4:15. I ended up taking the dog for his annual long Boxing Day walk and then …
I decided to dig up the incredibly irritating stepping stones in the garden (see pic – if you look at the left side back you can see a pile of stones). Once I had done that, I felt so much better. On Sunday, I had to go buy a hoe, as I didn’t own one, to start to break up the pieces of sod (our soil is heavy clay) and remove all kinds of interesting things in preparation for my loose plan to sort the garden.
This year. I know we have a few more days of it but sometimes when I think about it, I just sit there blank-eyed with my mouth open.
I tried to write about the experience of this year and my hopes for 2021 but I just can’t. It’s all too raw and unclear and close to the bone.
So, I’ll just wish you all safe and well.