hibernating in sofaville
I have always been in idler but honestly, this winter, my sloth has no end.January is always a loathsome month to get through - dark, chilblains, cold, bored and generally, after the Xmas and birthday demands, penniless...but nevertheless, the sight of glaucous snowdrop leaves and my gallant autumn sown sweet-peas, always kick-starts the spring wake-up and the insanely lusty and loud blackbirds, making hopeful nests, practically guarantees a reciprocal burst of energy from me. This year though, the snowdrops and auriculas are crushed and mangled, the greenhouse remains closed and drear and even the cheerful chaenomeles is failing to raise my torpid pulse. In my defence, the garden looks wretched after a puppy onslaught (why did I get another collie?!) and I have not spent much time in the woods since our woodburning stove was robbed last year (A calor heater really does nothing for the ambience and makes the windows steam up). Even so, Valentines Day traditionally marks the start of spring seed sowing...and I haven't even ordered them yet.
Everything is finely balanced, poised, I think, on the very verge of tipping into garden craziness again...but it seems to be a bit laggardly this year and I cannot even have the excuse of weather. I did spend a couple of hours at the allotment yesterday (leaving pup at home with sweetheart) where I decided to tackle a fierce Darlows which had been unpruned since it's birth, 6 years or so ago. Must have slipped into a fugue state because I came to (squinting into the twilight) with numb feet and a huge pile of tiny, twiggy, ends, As I usually allot 15 minutes for each rose (instead of the 2 hours I spent wafting over this one), it will be back to wild hacking on the others. As I am now immune to plant destruction (thanks to pup's wild burying and chewing), I allowed myself 30minutes of insane flailing and digging with a large fork (instead of the dainty daisy-grubber I usually poke around with). For certainty, there were casualties (phlox, allium bulbs and erodium)...but more than anything, a bit of joyous soil flinging helped to penetrate the fog of reluctance...which makes me think that thinking is probably a huge hindrance to getting down and actually doing stuff. Anyone else struggling with getting going? Feeling slack? Bored? And more to the point, how does anyone get motivated...or do you find your sap rising automatically?

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