Sound similar, but are two different things. Planning is what I did today. I sat down at the table with my binder, paper, pencil, and a good book or three.
In the binder were my plans and notes from last year. On the paper went plans for this year's garden. What to grow, how many of each plant, when to start seeds inside or outside, when to plant the starts outside, when to look for ripe food, when and how to cover or uncover rows, when and how to water, and, finally, when to bring it all in for the winter.
Yes, it sounds anal. But I really like to have a plan. I find that, if I have a plan, I tend to stay close to it. Not I-can't-sleep-because-I-started-the-broccoli-Tuesday-instead-of-Sunday-close, but close. It's easier for me, too, to figure out where to put all those doggone plants when I'm looking at a sheet of paper and I have a pencil, than when I'm outside, in the garden, digging holes. It takes about 3 hours of work to write, draw, count, think and finish. But then the implementation takes half the time, even less, than it would have without a plan.
I have actually started planting. Last week, I filled a flowerbox with soil and planted some mixed lettuces and spinach in it.
I put it under lights, and am hoping to get some salad greens by mid-February. I may even have some by the end of this month, if the seed lives up to the promises on the package. I'm getting tired of Iceberg lettuce salads.
As much as I love winter, I'm excited that spring will be here in its time...
Update; It seems this planning thing has another benefit. It may very well have broken me out of this mid-winter-mid-recovery slump. I'm actually feeling better and am back to my optimistic self! I'm envisioning rows of lettuces, young broccoli, and I can almost taste the radishes!