Winter Waxing Moon of Long Nights
We’ve warmed up to 0. Midmorning’s brittle sunshine diffuses in the hazy, partly cloudy sky. The whippets go outside, pee, turn around and come right back inside. Rigel, unphased, continues to hunt around the machine shed, staying on the hunt for hours at a time. Sometimes she comes in after midnight, too. Vega prefers the comforts of home, a couch, a bone, heated air.
A subtle change has occurred in my inner world. I have begun to wonder where the seed catalogs are. I have one in hand but I didn’t like their seeds so I’m waiting for others. This year’s garden will benefit from last year’s mistakes. In particular I’m going to make a real effort with leeks, have a better onion crop (sets), plant fewer greens and harvest more regularly (in general), beets, beans, one squash, not many tomatoes since we stocked up this year. I’ll plant potatoes again, too, but this time I will store them in the basement rather than outside in the garage stairwell.
It is time, too, to get back to work on legislative matters for the Sierra Club. I got a call last night from Josh Davis about a meeting of the Club’s political committee next week. No tours for the time being, just fine with me. After Sin and Salvation followed by the Louvre, I can use a rest.
In the middle of January I head out to Denver for a week to take in the Stock Show with Jon and Jen and Ruth and Gabe. This is a premier event of the western US. I’m going just to see what it’s like.