But what really sucked me in were the posts about gardening.
I've had a bout of cabin fever lately. When that happens I usually turn to the latest seed catalog for inspiration or start to plan the rows in my summer garden. But I haven't received any seed catalogs in the mail yet, and I am still a bit conflicted over whether I will plant much this year, if anything at all.
Seriously. "Conflicted" isn't even a strong enough word.
We don't know where Steve will be working this summer. Right now he is in Pennsylvania but he could be anywhere by spring.
On one hand, we would all be eating dinners together and the kids (and I) would have the chance to explore new places during the day and see daddy every night. It won't be too many years before they won't be interested in spending summers in some strange place away from their friends.
On the other hand, no garden means no walking outside to pick fresh tomatoes and cilantro and jalapenos for pico de gallo, and certainly no overabundance of veggies at the end of the summer for freezing and canning. This has become important to me as a) we have moved toward becoming more self-reliant so that, say, in the case of a lengthy layoff, we could eat from the food we have stored up, and b) the garden has become my sanctuary. It's not always pretty, but I can't think of a time when I didn't feel physically and emotionally uplifted after spending an hour weeding, hoeing and harvesting.
It might be time to start researching creative container gardens. I can see it now, all lined up along the side of our travel trailer. It would certainly be smaller than what I have at home, but then it might be a way to have the best of both worlds. Definitely something to think about.