I walked out to the main vegetable garden this afternoon to check the degree of frozen-ness of the straw bales that didn't get spread out for ground cover this autumn. Only two weeks ago when a similar attempt was made, the bales were frozen solid.
But today...they're thawed! What a treat! I can't help but think that this is a sign that the grip of winter is weakening...and then I watched the weather forecast.
Hmmm...snow and slick roads tomorrow night. I still stand undaunted! Those who gravitate toward the out-of-doors can tell you that the light seems a bit different outside--not just longer days, but different-different. The air feels different, too. Agreed...it's cold out there, but it's just not the same kind of cold.
So, other than a little experimental lettuce sewn in the "floor" of the little greenhouse, the gardening is kept to the basement and the graph paper. ("Baby" pictures of the basement garden later--what fun!) The plant catalogs are beginning to become dog-eared, and it's pretty obvious where I "plant" myself in my comfy chair on on the couch downstairs...there grows the "garden" of reading materials. This gardener, even when shut in with cold winds and blowing snow, is still in a wonderful anticipatory spirit of bliss.
Hope those of you who are lovers of gardens and the experience of gardening are having fun, too!
So...welcome to the Highbanks Gardener. Come back, take a literary/visual stroll, and enjoy the blog as it blooms.
"A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and him above the stars"--Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
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