While I love obsessing over my garden, and while I will have some plants this year, the focus of the coming year is, sadly, not the garden. Our old farmhouse is in need of many things, but most of all, insulation and electrical wiring better suited to two geeks.
Towards that end, I am making "redo the living room" a priority over the garden. I have been banishing the seed catalogs to a corner of my bookshelf unopened. When I feel I can ogle them without making gardening plans, then I will. That day may never come, but that's the idea.
Much of the living room work is heavy on time-consuming manual labor and light on expense. This is good. First on the list is clearing the current contents away. For example, the TV goes upstairs in the computer room. That may sound like a simple task, but there are many, many dependencies in just that simple statement.
Because most of the tasks in just the initial stages of redoing tend to spiral into day or week long projects, I have no idea how long this will take. The geek in me wanted to sit down with some project planning software and work it out, but that takes all the spontaneity out of it and makes it seem like real work. That's no fun. I'm going to let my right-brain take the lead on this one and just make it up as I go along.
Another reason I'm changing the focus of this blog is because I need to write more. I need to write more in quantity (for the practice) and write more creative works (because I don't do that enough). I'm not entirely sure if I'll preface each one with "this is fiction" and "this is fact", but it should be obvious from the content and whether it's in first person. If you get confused, you have been warned.
I also have some nebulous thoughts on "online presence" and that kind of nonsense, but none so well-formed that I can even rant about them with ease. Having something of an aggressive personality, even my writing comes across forcefully and sounds like rants at times. That's another good reason to write more so that I can change the tone of the text at will.
So, fare thee well, my garden perennials, for you will be neglected this year.