“This is the year of the garden.”
I made the announcement during our first official dinner as country folk. My husband, kids, and I had left Brooklyn and settled in Dummerston (population: 1,864). I hoped to slow down and drench myself in country pursuits.
“I thought this was the year of the sewing machine,” my husband said. “Or was it the slow cooker?”
I like to think of myself as a skill seeker. But really, I'm just a crackerjack procrastinator. My compulsion to start a new project or master a new skill tends to flare up whenever something else requires finishing.