Sharon only has , too lazy to get up and count,
between a dozen and twenty plants indoors .
She used to have maybe six to eight more but then they were near all in the basement, most years, cramped in a corner and a pain in the hinder to water
as you had to carry water over steps, up and down like a hump.
Now she has approx. one half upstairs in the bay window and this year the least ever down stairs.
I used to grump about it but the reasons she is doing less makes me wish I still had some thing to grump about.
A warm winter, ---- fall was cold, ---- but winter is now not near cold enough, means less reason to go outside .
I actually miss moving snow; I do not really miss fixing car and snow blower problems but that always kept you busy.
I will haul my replacement wheel and snow tire over to the tire shop for mounting and balancing today but unless we get some real snow, no reason to put snow tires on and wear them down on dry pavement.
I have not skied since the nineties, and going to winter events has stopped, except for casinos.
Looking outside at the mostly brown crappy scenery rather than a nice foot deep, at least, snow cover has made this winter miserable.
There is something about not having a White Christmas that really ruins winter for me.
I finally went out a cut my own Christmas true for my house -- BUT -- I got there this year before they technically closed, so when I asked them which patch to drive out to, they said ---- "you can go out there but the road is pretty nasty for a four wheeler and will hard on your car."
Fortunately a worker came just then with some pre-cut trees and as I have gone there enough they know me, he gave me ride out -- (The road was slimy muddy and about like driving in a frozen over just plowed field) -- to the species I wanted.
He walked with me helping me find a nice good sized tree and when I bent down to start sawing, he said he had a chain saw in the vehicle.
So I got the reduced price for cut-it-yourself tree, saved my car from taking a real beating without doing anything but driving out there
They have a little store where you pay with free hot cider and since they know me we alway chat a bit.
When I got home, as I said to the gent who cut it for me,---- they always look smaller in the field than in the house.
I have an 8 foot ceiling and the tree turned out to be about 7 feet 8 inches before I cut another six or so inches off.
I like big trees but this one was a heavy sucker and once it was in the stand, moving it from where I put lights on over into the bay window was more a task than I expected.
To a degree, putting it up and taking it down, is kind of like Sharon's plants, you kind of dread the annoying parts, which are not a bad when you do them as one's imagination makes them out to be, but if you did not do it, or ever stopped doing it, you would be truly miserable.