The late autumn and early winter season is challenging.
Most discouraging is the steadily diminishing light. The sun at the oddly oblique angle: cold sunlight, lacking warmth, yet in your eyes.
After many decades, I have worked out a system with myself: from late October to Dec 21 is the worst; just get through it somehow.
Immediately after Dec. 21, my spirits perk up--I mean: the next day. "It's practically Spring" I have said out loud. Others don't believe it, but I don't care.
The prospects for planting, the colors of flowers, again. Seed catalogs?
A few years ago, I nurtured butterflies in summer. It is a messy activity, so I have stopped doing it.
The Swallow Tail above was one of "my kids" from that era: perhaps its descendants will visit our yard again next summer.
After Dec 21.
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