Haste

I make no bones about hating winter. After January one, I get involved with an elaborate count down. If I can’t hurry through winter, I can at least distract myself.
I can’t look at the new seed catalogs until the middle of January; then I can start taking notes and slowly placing orders. The seeds start arriving at the end of the month, and I begin to plan how I can claw back some greenhouse space in the greenhouse from all my tools. About the end of January, I begin to monitor day and night time temperatures. At some point between the last week of January and the middle of February, I’ll start tapping the maples.
These, and other rituals, go on until we begin bud break and sapping stops. Gardening rituals then commence. At which point, I intend to slow things down and enjoy every moment of spring.
We make haste slowly.