THE NEXT FEW MONTHS

And so it has begun.  Winter 2022-23 roared in on the back of a blizzard on Sunday afternoon and every online site from Facebook to Twitter exploded with “OMG”s as people realized they were somewhere that the didn’t want to be and immediately hit the road to get somewhere else.

Almost immediately hitting the ditch, or getting stuck in zero visibility behind a semi where they stayed until all traffic ground to a halt.

Being totally predictable they then dug out their phones (because, of course, they weren’t texting while driving) and began to demand where the snow plows were, and ask when did they close the highways down, and how bad is it the other side of Swift Current (like they still plan to get there). 

I wonder how many appointments to get their winter tires on were made from vehicles situated on #1 Highway in the last 24 hours?  It’s not like they had anything else on their agenda besides staying warm.

Although I have played the-roads-can’t-be-that-bad game a time or two, this time I am at home and feeling quite smug about getting my fall garden work done – all of one row of carrots and three dozen garlic heads.  The remainder of the garden of 2022 was a disaster and was tilled under at the end of July. The rest of the summer was very laid-back affair and something I think I could get used to, but with all that extra time to till and fertilize and remediate the soil … let’s just say my farmer has big plans.  I did enjoy the slow pace and other’s garden charity while I had it.

I had a pot of home-made soup brewing as the storm blew in, and Wednesday, the last nice day I washed all the bedding and hung it outside for that glorious, fresh, outdoor scent.  We also spent some money last week and had the furnace duct cleaners in to do their thing.  I don’t know if it counts as an accomplishment or not, but I like the idea that any dust circulating in this house this winter is brand new stuff. 

The next thing on the annual odyssey is Hallowe’en.  We are right on target for having purchased our first box of treats at the beginning of the month, eating them all, and buying two more packages to keep us going.  There’s only one more week to go so we should be okay … especially since we live way out in the country and haven’t had trick-or-treaters in almost a decade.   

I will probably buy one more box, just in case.

Then it will be on to Christmas.  Not too sure how much time, effort, or money I plan to sink into the decorating endeavor this year.  About half of my lights died and were placed directly into the dumpster when I undecorated last spring.  The outdoor tree just keeps getting bigger and bigger – and I just keep getting older and older.  I think there needs to be a new design.  I also think I should have thought of it before this storm.  Decorating is way easier on dry ground that isn’t frozen yet.  This epiphany has me feeling a lot less smug at the moment: finished gardening smugness being cancelled out by undone Christmas decorating.  I should have known better … isn’t smugness one of the seven deadly sins?

And Christmas prep doesn’t stop there.  There is baking to do, and of course, there are gifts to buy.  I’m already behind the eight ball because almost half of the grandchildren live in Australia.  I only need gift ideas for things tiny and weightless that will thrill a 20 year old young woman, 17 year old twins and their 14 year old brother.  Let me know what you come up with.  The sooner the better.

Assuming that another plague doesn’t take us down and Putin doesn’t manage to blow us up we will land safely in 2023, probably a few more blizzards under our belts and scanning the horizon for signs of spring.  The days will lengthen out, we will plant seeds, and the snow birds will return home.

We’ll know we made it when the Easter chocolates hit the market.  There will probably be only a couple blizzards left to go by then.