I am at my desk, looking out over the lawn to the salt pond. It’s mid-December, and the grass is still green. The sage and thyme in my vegetable garden are very much alive, because until a couple of days ago, it was warm – in the 60sF. The birds and squirrels are coming to the feeders, but not with the purpose they have when it’s wintry and cold.
There are good things and bad things about this warm early winter:
First the good:
We’re saving on heating oil, we don’t have to pay the guy to plow our driveway, I can dash out with the dog and not have to worry about pulling on my snow boots, and many of the plants in the garden, like the aforementioned herbs, are still alive and providing their fresh-tasting goodness to my cooking. Oh yes, and there are no puddles of melting snow on the kitchen floor.
And now the bad:
It’s going to be Christmas soon, and it should be white, not brown, green and gray. We are skiers, and we’re wondering whether this might be one of “those” winters – the tragic, snowless kind. My dog has no snow to stick her nose into and snuffle up whatever scent is lurking down there. There’s is no blanket of whiteness to insulate and protect the gardens from that desiccating wind.
It just doesn’t feel right.