I've spent my first days of 2013 furiously scratching away with pencil and paper. For company at my desk, I have discovered the BBC's Best of Natural History Radio, where they do cute and endearing things like compare a rotten log, teeming with larva, to a "nice plum loaf," and exclaim crikey! over some particularly happy encounter in the great outdoors. They have also taught me my favorite new word, rewilding, which I intend to apply to myself as a new year's resolution of sorts. That does not mean I will practice my barehanded trapping techniques in the thickets of the city... But I will remember all year that life just looks a whole lot less cranky if I spend a minimum of an hour huffing it over hill and dale everyday. No excuses of it being too icy or there being too much work to do.
That word rewilding calls up so many fantastic images for me... So if I am being indulgent, I'll also hope for it to mean this in 2013: feral ponies - herds of them! spotted, speckled, patched and black - will storm out of the hills and smash the pavement with their gilded hooves. Stardust and borage flowers will blow out of their manes behind them, and in their path will be left a beautiful destruction.
Happy January! I hope for something wild and new for you, too.