Rosalind
Deeply Rooted
I just realized it this weekend. Yeah, I am slow, that's why it took me this long to figure it out. 
The garden is pretty well done. It is now under snow, and nothing but freezing weather is coming for the foreseeable future. The freezer is full of veggies, so many that I described my Thanksgiving pie thusly: "This isn't the best squash for pies, but I need to eat the other veggies in the freezer before I can cut into my good pie squash, because if I cut that one up it'll fill the whole chest freezer and I need to leave room for turkeys yet." I ordered a wringer to do the wash, because it is only a matter of a week or two until the poorly-designed laundry room plumbing freezes up and I'll have to do wash in the sink again. I have a container of greens started, but they refuse to sprout even in a southerly greenhouse window on account of the chill, I need to set them on a heat mat. The garden is DONE. The harvest is IN. It's official, right? Even the spinach in the cold frame is not too happy with the weather. I spent yesterday bringing in wood for the stove.
I had originally planned to relax, do some knitting and quilting I had planned earlier in the year. I got the quilt pieces cut and ready to stitch and everything, packed in a box in my study. I have the design drawn out on graph paper, ready to go. I have yarn bought to knit a shawl and a bunch of lace. I have embroidery thread bought and linen and patterns to embroider for hankies.
What am I doing this morning? If you guessed, drooling over plant catalogs and squealing, "Sweetie! Come look at this one! Look, it's only $10 for 1' bushes, we could have a whole hedge!" you win the internets. The earliest I could plant such a thing would be flippin' March! What is wrong with me?
The garden is pretty well done. It is now under snow, and nothing but freezing weather is coming for the foreseeable future. The freezer is full of veggies, so many that I described my Thanksgiving pie thusly: "This isn't the best squash for pies, but I need to eat the other veggies in the freezer before I can cut into my good pie squash, because if I cut that one up it'll fill the whole chest freezer and I need to leave room for turkeys yet." I ordered a wringer to do the wash, because it is only a matter of a week or two until the poorly-designed laundry room plumbing freezes up and I'll have to do wash in the sink again. I have a container of greens started, but they refuse to sprout even in a southerly greenhouse window on account of the chill, I need to set them on a heat mat. The garden is DONE. The harvest is IN. It's official, right? Even the spinach in the cold frame is not too happy with the weather. I spent yesterday bringing in wood for the stove.
I had originally planned to relax, do some knitting and quilting I had planned earlier in the year. I got the quilt pieces cut and ready to stitch and everything, packed in a box in my study. I have the design drawn out on graph paper, ready to go. I have yarn bought to knit a shawl and a bunch of lace. I have embroidery thread bought and linen and patterns to embroider for hankies.
What am I doing this morning? If you guessed, drooling over plant catalogs and squealing, "Sweetie! Come look at this one! Look, it's only $10 for 1' bushes, we could have a whole hedge!" you win the internets. The earliest I could plant such a thing would be flippin' March! What is wrong with me?
Why, you are just like the rest of us.......!!! Deluded, hooked, & very, very, happy --- You are a gardener! 
