All through Jan and Feb any mention of snow by the media, anywhere in the country, could mean a whiteout is on it's way. Kids and adults alike discuss the potential of snow days.
As this Kidult-filled media frenzy sizzles, the narcissistic little beggars below our feet have no idea what they are letting themselves in for, but does it stop 'em? No sir, it does not, and every morning as I walk my daughter to school we count the new flower heads popping up all over the place.
But that's not at the epi-centre of my spiritual dishevelment. In the winter I convert my gardening energies to indoors and do a bit of light hibernating (DIY). All the outdoorsy stuff gets put on hold and I'll leave the garden to decompose itself 'Au naturel' as it becomes a soggy room I no longer wish to visit - unless I really have to.
These too early signs of Spring are now forcing my hand though, so while I'm not ready to be creative and start planting, my next favourite garden past time is a more destructive one. Or as a keen gardener once corrected me, 'Oh, you mean Lopping and Pruning'.