Okay, it's been way too long since I've posted. Just didn't have the muse, I suppose. She's been poking me in the forehead lately and tonight delivered a swift kick to the keyboard. (Thanks, Carla)
I've got spring fever.
Yeah, I'd like to see a really good, wet, packing snow or two yet this winter, but I'm already planning a new flowerbed. That really means I'm thinking of how I'm going to amend the sticky, thick clay so it can support more than a few brave weeds.
There is hope. I checked on our lavender this weekend. It's gray-green (that's the right color in winter) and there are teeny leaflets erupting from the stems near the ground. When it's time for that spring haircut, the plants should explode...and those trimmings will hang in my closet. Mmmmmmm.
The herbs Tim assured me would make it are, in fact, making it through the winter. Our less hardy rosemary and laurel (bay leaf) are wintering in the guest room. It's not a free ride for the rosemary. Sometimes she contributes to dinner. Other times, she's in charge of charging the air with a piney, spicy scent.
Lest you think I'm wishing my life away, dreaming it were two months later than it is, I enjoy snow. I can tolerate the cold. Winter weekends give me a chance to rest, research and consider what could be. I recharge. Then I'm raring to go!
Two months. Four days.
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