OK, I know it’s been months since I blogged last. I’ve been hearing about it. But really, I have some great excuses. The best one is that I managed to be “serially sick”: first the flu, which swallowed up almost three weeks, followed by bronchitis and pneumonia, which is still lurking meanly in my lungs. Then my computer got even sicker than I did, so I finally had to surrender to getting a new one; I’m still trying to get it on its feet. As I’m sure you can tell, this is to make you all feel sorry for me and not get on my case about not blogging.
And no, I’m not oblivious to the fact that six weeks of feeling only slightly more energetic than the winter mud outside my window doesn’t explain why I didn’t blog in September, October or November last year. Guess I had an early case of the winter blahs.
You know what I mean. The garden has transformed from a wild green food jungle to a few droopy brussels sprouts and kale, surrounded by mounds of earth-toned mulch. The trees are bare sticks, through which I can see all the way to the top of our hill and across the lower valley to the depressing subdivisions to the west. There’s not enough sunlight each day to keep anyone happy for long. And this year the weather stayed way too warm, which may mean the 2007 maple sugaring season won’t happen at all. Now that’s really depressing.
I’m sure I’d be less gloomy if I felt better, instead of sitting here in my PJs, thinking I should probably take a little nap before I finish this, waiting for GoToMyPC to drag more files from the dead computer to the new one. Here’s what I think is going on: I’m just like the parsnips, carrots, turnips, Daikons and their other hearty winter friends, who are snuggled in the ground, getting sweeter every day. They’re not growing, not sending up any green leaves to capture a few rays of yummy sunlight … they’re just lying there, waiting, allowing the Earth to work its winter magic in their still bodies.
I’m not so sure “getting sweeter” is precisely what’s happening to me, but surely all my recent down time is allowing my body to garner its resources in service of my health. I may not feel it yet, but one of these days I’m going to wake up and feel more like my old, energetic, cheerful self than I do now. And when that happens, I’ll probably notice that the sun is already up longer every day, that the maple trees have survived the scary warm spell, that I’m thrilled to have fresh turnips and potatoes and carrots for dinner.
It’s worth the wait.