Figuring Stuff Out

Any perennial gardener will tell you that we are an interesting bunch this time of year. We are raring to go, but the weather teaches us patience. I am soooo there these past few months. And compounding that is a not so little journey I have been on to get ready to retire.

So this story goes back a few years. I have known I needed a plan to successfully retire for quite a few years. I have watched various female family members “fail” at retirement, and return to work. I didn’t want to have that scenario, so I started to consider options. I started to look at my bucket list. We had done the camper on land up north. But to do a garden up north we needed a well. That was tbd. Our getaway, but potentially a retirement location to build out. If I could handle not being in a neighborhood. We had also renovated a little house in a mining town off Lake Superior. I could have turned the whole back yard into a garden and spent winters on lots of seed projects. It also had a neighborhood. All of that would have been a success from my viewpoint but my husband was very unhappy. Not with the location, but with the house. After we sold that house, I needed to do more definition of the items on my bucket list. I kind of stalled out there. More like gave up for a while. But eventually I got back into gear and came up with next steps.

I had started to volunteer garden for a local historic cemetery. I knew I could stay very content from the beginning of May to the end of October, gardening between the townhouse and the historic cemetery. I had bumped up against my energy limit last fall while planting all those new daylilies and divisions, but I knew that was a big season finale. With everything planted and the historic cemetery garden switched over from rock to mulch, I knew 2025 and forward were right-sized – enough challenge but not too much either. Where the problem came in was November through April. I simply didn’t have room for big seed projects, and I needed something to do in our long cold winters, preferably with a neighborhood or some type of consistent socialization.

Now admittedly, I am not a spring chicken with unlimited energy, and I also have some health stuff. But our house is pretty clutter free, so it stays pretty easy to clean, and the garage only takes a day in spring and a day in fall to get into maintenance shape. There is just not enough to keep me busy November – April in retirement. But I came up with a plan for that too. I would work toward going back to contracting, and look for 6 month contracts November through April, when I was ready, and see how that went.

Simultaneously, as part of my volunteering, I had a plan to do posts for our local historical society to keep me busy this past winter and to bring more proactive attention to the historic cemetery. Between contracting and writing, I knew I could keep a good level of challenge. And, of course, normal life has normal family and friend activities. All was in hand.

What I did not expect was the level of historical research I got interested in. I wrote a few high level, season appropriate posts and then I started on a deep dive. And that, my friends, was how the Mahala project was born. That project has kept me very busy, through the deep of winter, past a layoff I suspected was coming but may have shortened my runway to retirement, and now almost a month into spring. The research is now done, and I need to start writing. And I need to get what I hope are the “Mahala” seeds to go to seedling and, hopefully bloom. But before I plant those 28 seeds there is a second baby shower to attend for our third grandson, and then Easter. And it would help if I could get the shamrocks outside so I can have that indoor space for seed planting, but it needs to be consistently 40 degrees Fahrenheit at night before that can happen. Oh, bother 😘

I am applying for jobs that really look super interesting, as they come up, but my guess is this is either retirement time, or a winter contract will pop up in due time. We shall see. There is a lot that is out of my hands.

Yesterday was cool. All that got done, garden-wise, was a walk over at the historic cemetery. My husband showed me some new things in the woods – a buck rub,