I've been pouring over seed catalogs, bought my tickets to the Philadelphia Flower Show and the ladies at church are already planning the garden tour for this coming June. I've ordered seeds and am annoyed they couldn't arrive in time for this long weekend. I long to feel soil on my hands.
I pulled a bag of frozen cherry tomatoes and a cube of frozen pesto preserved in the abundance of last summer and turned them into a fragrant sauce.
A warming bowl of spaghetti and meatballs served with homemade bread slathered in butter - calories will be worked off in the garden this spring.On a weekend like this I need comfort food.
I had wanted to go to Whites Bog on this last day of my three day weekend to see the Tundra Swans there. But my husband had to work today. So I busy myself with household chores while planning my future garden in my head.
Finally I can contain it no longer. I go out through the lightly falling snow to see if anything is growing . I first check my hellebores, andromeda and my winter-blooming jasmine
|The hellbores have lots of buds!|
|The buds on the andromeda are almost flower like.|
|The winter-blooming jasmine is almost there - hopefully I'll see the blooms before the deer chomp them all away. This plant is supposed to be deer resistant. It is not.|
There are still two herbs that can be harvested: sage and thyme. The sage, while harvest-able, looks likes it's struggling and I will use the sage I dried last summer instead.
"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home."
- Edith Sitwell
- Edith Sitwell