Winter Sowing Will Save Your Sanity

So, after all this other crap, the transmission in the car is going.
Thank God for my Jack-of-all-trades hubby.

Once I was informed of problem number 8,558, I just wanted to cry and crawl in bed with a good garden book and ignore everything.

Instead, I cried, got out my happy little razor blade and started slicing up some milk jugs (By the way-plastic is slippery when wet!). Though slicing my wrists with it sounded like a better plan, dirt actually makes much less mess in the long run.

Half way through the self-imposed stress relief program, I started thumbing through all those luscious seed packs that had been so thoughtfully sent my way by a few very caring people, deciding what was going into those jugs.

Honestly, why should I be so stressed, depressed and freaked out when I have all those beautiful plants to come and we're all healthy and safe? Even with all we've had to deal with, we're pretty darn fortunate! We have a house and land, everyone in the fam is doing pretty well, D didn't get affected by the recent layoff, I have friends that love me, virtual friends who've been there, done that, can commiserate and know that there's an end in sight.

In the grand scheme of things, these are just road bumps we'll have to slowly roll over to move on. There are many people out there who are going through much, much worse. Who am I to whine and complain?

So, problems and winter blues be damned! I plastered a smile on my face, shuffled through the seeds again and finished up the jug prep, happy as a New York gardener in August. Yay for WSing!

I don't care what goes wrong next. Together, the hubs and I can get through anything!