Back to the garden

I've hardly touched the garden in a month. It is a quite ragged and forlorn, though not actually damaged by my absence-- it is, after all, December.
In past Decembers I have done some clean up and some construction, as well as tended fall plantings. I made a conscious choice not to plant for this fall. Instead of working in the garden I worked in my garage, rebuilding the home rock climbing gym that was dismantled two years ago when the garage roof was reinforced to accomodate solar panels.
That project ended two weeks ago, but I have not begun to clean up the garden. Tendonosis in my wrist and shoulder intervened, and I have spent restless days of recovery watching movies with ice packs draped over my body.
But the garden calls. It has been mild and snow free, and weeds are still spreading their green tentacles across the beds. The grasses need to be cut back, and their straw spread over paths. The cold frames need to be dug and assembled, ready for the february planting of spinach. I'm a doer, not a watcher, and I'm tired of movies. I want to be in the garden, listening to an audiobook as I clean and prepare for spring.
Here's a picture I look at to remind me that the garden will be coming alive again soon: