It's difficult to accept that I may not have a winter garden that is as productive as last year's garden. I think we pulled salad greens from the beds until February. This year, I'm still having a difficult time getting anything up to cruising speed. It is now mid-December and I still have hope. I don't know if that makes me an optimist or delusional.
Yesterday, in the late afternoon, I decided to make a trip to the nursery to purchase lettuce transplants and plastic to cover the beds. Eventually it will get cold, right? Michael tagged along simply to get out of the house and into the fresh air. Once I was on the highway the car started to revolt. It chugged and shook.
The slower the car went, the faster my heart beat. Eventually, after a few miles, it righted itself. I love it when a car "rights" itself but still, my afternoon mission was aborted.
Now the question is, will I have a winter garden through February? If I was a different kind of person (sane) the question would be, will I have a working car by the end of the week? I don't know the answer to either of those questions and each is unsettling in its own way.
Garden-wise, I may just have to be happy with what I have. As for the car, I'll have to play it by ear. In other news, my blog will be one year old on Christmas Day. How on earth did that happen?!