Everything is either grey or mud at the moment, especially all the bits of ground that have had heavy machinery all over them for weeks. The deciduous trees are basically sticks, the grass that hasn’t been run over or buried is barely hanging in there.

Today the tiny house was moved to its final location, which is looking very bare and uninviting right now, but once again it’s going to be a wait till spring situation. Decks, planters, sale shades and lighting will make it a magical place to be again.

It’s going to be a busy winter of making paths and preparation for spring planting and turf being laid. This winter I’m betting a lot of my mental health on spring being spectacular, and on me being in a position to enjoy it.