Needed : a winter motivator..
Some weeks I could do with a seasonal mental coach, a winter motivator. We are having a succession of very frosty mornings, too cold to go gardening until almost the afternoon.
My Glass-House in Winter
The keys on my piano are too cold for any enjoyable piano playing. So I sit around in the house, drinking cups of tea, reading books, looking at things online to buy (I don't need anything), waiting...
Path into Wattle Woods
Wednesday 23rd July
This morning I made myself have morning tea outside. I put on two extra layers and sat on the Frisbee Lawn garden bench staring over at the sun. I warmed up my hands with the hot cup. And I gave that sun a good talking to.
''C'mon, sun - let's have a little bit more energy, please! You need to perk up a bit, and maybe try for a higher sky position. Surprise yourself! Believe in yourself! You can do this. Sun - you are listening to me, aren't you?
No response was forthcoming. Alas - as in general life, one so often has to motivate oneself. I knew this. And it's not that hard, when one has a beautifully large garden to enjoy.
Warm up the feet...
Decided to warm up (my feet, at least) by plodding around the garden with barrowloads of this and that. Sort of fetching and carrying, not requiring too much creative thought. Lurking in the house with cold feet can be potentially boring - and definitely boring for my dogs. Let's go outside and dooooo something! What frost? Cold mornings? Nonsense.
Pale Pink Camellia
Only slightly cold...
OK. If the beautiful pink Camellias can bravely start flowering, then I can also cope with this cold weather. Only six degrees Celsius? Only slightly cold, shouldn't be a problem. At least there's no snow (there's hardly ever any snow in my garden, touch wood). I will drag dry rubbish to the bonfire and light it.
Later...
Yeay! I spent three hard working hours dragging pieces of Wattle and other dry stuff to the bonfire. My feet are happy. Remembered to collect up all my hand tools and my discarded merino layers.
Self motivation isn't that difficult. One just needs a gardening journal in which to ponder, pose rhetorical questions, analyse one's mood, suggest self-solutions, ramble on and on. And on.