As my garden enters winter dormancy, I find myself downshifting with it. In December, my interminable giddiness at life enters hibernation and I console myself that it will return with spring. My sunniness no longer fills rooms and coaxes strangers into laughter. My noisy introverted nature turns silent. I read, research, build classes, sift through the debris of my busy growing season and prepare for the coming year.
Outside, my garden trees and shrubs are busy growing new roots and expanding. Winter is an important time to grow and prepare for spring. A cold quiet season is necessary for both the garden and my soul.