Spring had arrived with weeks of endless sunshine and a rarely a drop of rain. Every part of me was itching to start seeds for the gardening season. While we continue to search for a home and garden, there was still plenty to work on. But before long, I had another excuse to drive to where we used to live--and thus visit the garden. For the last two weeks, I'd been working on a project at home.

The recovery from my hysterectomy required a lot of patience. I'm not good at patience. Slow walks, lying around, sitting a lot. Having to spend most of my time on the garden house couch in the interim apartment meant good thesis progress, but also left me restless and bored.

The weather forecast says today is the day to head to the garden. Everything is currently still frozen, so I'm doubtful but hopeful.

Three weeks after my operation, I felt ready to check on the garden and for the hour-long drive there.

I was craving fresh greens, and the last batch was long gone.

I'm in the garden to check on everything and it is so cold again but there is life everywhere and I'm very happy that nothing is lost.

At home, things were slowly taking shape. We had the bare essential to live again. It was a time of waiting. Waiting to find a more permanent home. Waiting for spring. Waiting for my operation.

Whenever my brain needed a break from studying, the kitchen was in full swing. Pancakes, sourdough pizza wheels, and syrup for drinks were made while avoiding exam prep. I’ll show you all that while talking about good sources for ingredients and ranting about supermarket organic.

I am leaving Youtube. I won’t quit making videos but I won’t be uploading them to Youtube anymore. When I started making this video, I was pulling out before Youtube pushed past my comfort zone with their policies. By now, the line has been crossed. If you want to continue watching my videos, to continue following my journey, you’ll need to follow me at least to Peertube.

The garden is now an hour’s drive away. It’s a rare refuge. I lucked out that my appointments in the area aligned with a rare beautiful winter day. A day in the garden, away from all the politics and injustice out there, it’s rare but it’s everything. So, today, I won’t rant about the world out there. Today, we’ll harvest some spinach and talk about pretty things.

For weeks, I’ve been reacting to things going wrong. Finally, I am back to acting, choosing, planning. When we found out we’d have to move by the end of the year, things got chaotic quickly. Add two ER visits, and I’ve had quite the end of the year.

The first snow has arrived and with it a lot of chaos. We got sick earlier this month, so most of November was spent on the couch. By the time, I was getting better, snow had arrived–and we found out we’d need to move home and garden.

The end of October brought dark, wet, but still very warm days. I had a plan for next year’s garden, so I brought cardboard into the garden to start new beds with. I’d already prepared most of the beds for winter, made most of the new beds. Three beds were left to start. I’ll likely never get to plant these beds. But I didn’t know that yet, so I worked diligently.