Snowflakes are still flying here every day, but arugula is sprouting in the cold frame, and thanks to Matt's industry over the past week, the vegetable garden paths are mulched. I've pruned most of my roses, raked up many piles of debris, and miracle of miracles! not stepped in any cat crap yet. I've had my first un-neighborly conversation with the woodchuck, who is fresh out of his dirty hole in the ground. I was happy to see him, but don't tell him I said so. I also had a fit of inspiration and dug out a slew of perennials that were never my favorite, to make room for a rowdier bunch of exciting annuals to come.
And Matt and I have been talking about future plans, which involve leaving this home for another... A dream that is reviving to the soul. Do you know that song from Sweeney Todd about London? Well part of it goes there's a hole in the world like a great black pit. And that line rhymes with shit. And if your husband adapts that song to the town you live in, well, you know the effect of your city's charms have worn off and it's time to move on.
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Pulling out perennials and going with annuals, talking about moving on.... sure does sound like the charms are wearing thin. This area has more than its share of issues. Good Luck!
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