December 9 begins the coldest 90 days of the year. So here we go, on the downhill slide into winter. Whee!
The ground is locked up. The snowfall covers a multitude of sins--undone projects, unkempt flowerbeds. Out of sight and out of mind.
Now there's nothing to do but walk in the snow, snowshoe on the snow, ski on the snow, sled on the snow (even if you're 70), and skate on the ice. Our possibilities have narrowed down to this for the coming 90 days.
Goodbye, Gardening. Farewell, Flowers. Das Vidanya, Vegetables. There is a season to everything, and now the seasons have turned. Everything ends. Everything.
Photo from cntraveler.com