Snow has fallen. After a long, dry winter, there's snow on the ground and hopefully a great deal falling in the mountains. On days like these, when the gardens are covered and quiet, I rest for awhile.......and a peaceful amnesia set in.
I have long forgotten the trials of voles eating all my seedlings last spring, and grasshoppers making lace out of my beautiful late summer greens. Promises made to myself in the fall, that I will never again take on so many impossible projects, are long forgotten. The slumber of January returns me to a place of deep quiet.
It is from here that I begin to chart the course of a new garden year. Dreaming and planning endless garden wonders. In my slumber......everything is forgotten......anything is possible!