Here He Comes
Not much doing in the old garden at the moment. We’re in that long slide toward winter. The days are getting shorter, and the plants are all counting down to the first cold snap, the one that puts frost on the ground. No word yet on an arrival date. I have heard we’re in a La Nina weather pattern, which means a slightly warmer, drier winter. Not really good news, but there’s literally nothing I can do about it. I guess we’ll be waiting a while for frost.
My holiday calendar is filling up. At least this year I feel like celebrating. Last year was pretty much a wash. I even made my own Christmas cards this year. They should arrive shortly. And my plans for lighting the exterior of the house are developing. I just need to make sure they get past the planning stage. You wouldn’t believe all the stuff I’ve planned in the past and failed to execute for one reason or another. That might fall into the character flaw category. Bothersome for sure. Oh, well. Another area for self-improvement.
Although, I wonder sometimes if I shouldn’t just start being happy with myself, flaws and all. I mean you can over think things. And I know when I write that I can edit a piece to death and never be happy enough to release it. And it can drive you crazy trying to make everyone happy because it’s a fool’s errand. You can’t actually make someone happy. It’s their choice. Still, I guess if it makes me happy then why not, which is why I am going to plan and execute an exterior lighting scheme this year. I hope. No. I will. I hope. Gosh, you see the problem. Right?
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver’s Tale