Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Better gardener?

In my past life a mixture of SAD, seasonal adaptive disorder popular this far north in winter, and my cycles of depression used to make this time of year a regular misery.

Transition cures,well at least I think it cured my depression. being happier gets me out in the little sunshine there is which combats the SAD so I no longer waste the days away watching old movies. Nor do I seem to spend much time online reading a certain kind of blog or as you may have noticed, writing one.

Our winter has not been very severe but many days have been too slippy underfoot to risk a long walk so I have busied myself organising my clothes. In the past this might have taken me all of half an hour going slowly!

Girls seem to have loads of clothes and they cannot all be thrown into a washing machine together! I come from an age when clothes were relatively more expensive, would be chosen with care and kept for a long time and repaired if necessary. I have not changed. As I have been sorting through my "wardrobe", which long ago expanded out of the once more than adequate wardrobe, I have been freshening some things up ready for the spring and even getting items dry-cleaned! It was long my policy that nothing would be bought which needed dry-cleaning and nothing which needed ironing after washing. These rules have long since been abandonned.

I have been resurecting my mending skills, these more delicate items cannot just be put into the gardening clothes pile even though I now try to look more glamorous when out tidying my patch than I was in the past. Darning a favourite autumn coloured sweater is proving to be a challenge but now that I have a present of some machine knitting needles which I can push through the garment and then drag back a thread without catching others. I should now be getting on with a lot less effort.

It is just as well that I now make this early start because the days are lengthening, many are now mild and sunny and green shoots are testing the air. It is so easy to be late clearing away the old growth and making the job several times longer and harder once you have nowhere to put a foot. The old me got caught out every year without exception being hard to reactivate from the winter blues...

Transition and you will be a glamorous and better gardener!

4 comments:

  1. Today I've been a glamorous wallpaper stripper - in a skirt that I regularly wore out and about until last year. Such garments are, indeed, too good to throw away, though sadly I don't share your enthusiasm for sewing and darning.

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  3. Angie, enthusiasm is perhaps too strong a word. I come from an age were you just had to repair clothes. Even if I could afford more new clothes, such early conditioning is hard to overcome. I prefer old favourites to new...

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  4. Angie, enthusiasm is perhaps too strong a word. I come from an age were you just had to repair clothes. Even if I could afford more new clothes, such early conditioning is hard to overcome. I prefer old favourites to new...

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