Here we are on the cusp of another season. I guess officially, it *is* another season, another season since I last posted anything here, to be sure.
Slowly but surely, the days are getting longer. The garden is getting ready to grow good things, even if the skies seem to be confused. The worms are wriggling around in the compost pile, the flowers are blooming and I'm getting ready - scheming, plotting, dreaming, pulling weeds, turning soil, planting seeds.
Well actually, the seeds haven't been planted yet. And when they do, they might actually be starts that someone else grew from seeds, but no matter.
Even though the fence is falling down and the whole world is getting pummeled, even though I don't feel like anything is certain these days, I'm certain that one way or another, that garden *is* going to grow.
And just the promise of it is carrying me through. No photos, no recipes, just the promise of spring.
