I didn’t want to garden, but I did. It is that late fall lull, where everything in the garden is cold and shut down but the ground is still workable. It is theoretically possible to garden, but for what? There will be no more flowers this year.
All November gardening is delayed gratification. Nothing I do today outdoors will grow or bloom this year, but if I want daffodils, grape hyacinths, squills, and crocus in the spring I must garden now.
So I put on winter gloves and a down vest, lit a little fire in a bucket to keep me company, and planted two hundred bulbs.