Three months is going to be forever.
It’s been a long winter this year. Loooong winter.
So long, in fact, I’m thinking about fleeing to Florida for a reprieve. This winter has been the longest sustained cold I can remember. Usually, we have only a couple or three weeks of this bitter cold. But two polar vortexes later, and we’ve had -20C with windchill for about… well the better part of 6 weeks. I think there was one day we got +2, and then every other time it was within spitting distance of 0C, we got royally snow dumped on, which was almost worse. There’s been so little sun this winter. Have you seen my food photography? It’s blue. It’s all blue, because it’s overcast.
Every. Single. Day.
My only comfort is: it could be worse. I could live in Buffalo. Sucks to be you guys. I’m not sure why you live there at all, but we’ll keep sending you the Canadian military to dig you out.
So I should be thinking, it’s time to break out the books and start planning for spring! Cause you know if you don’t, you’re going to get caught with your proverbial pants down. Again. Anne. I’m talking to you. But what I am thinking instead is, I can’t see my planter. It’s like -15C today, and it’s probably frozen solid. I wonder how long it’ll take to thaw out and warm up enough that I can stand to put my hands in it and fix the drain, which got plugged sometime towards the end of the summer.
Maybe I can grow spinach on my dining room table.
If spring ever comes.