I checked the long-term weather forecast that comes courtesy of the app on my new cell phone this morning. Today is supposed to be the last day of getting dope-slapped by the polar vortex. The warmup starts tomorrow, and inch by inch, we claw and crawl towards spring.
Saturday is Imbolc to Earth Religion followers and St. Bridget’s Day to others. The days finally grow longer. We’re still at risk for storms, but those few moments of light carved out at each end of the day certainly boost the old morale.
This year, I intend to try raised bed gardening. The soil has so much residue from its farming career that I don’t feel safe messing with it any more. Usual suspects: tomatoes, green beans, radishes, lettuce, spinach. Maybe get a little crazy and try herbs, too.
The enforced coziness is making me, Hubby, and Oakley a little nuts. Dreaming of this summer’s garden will help in the quest for sanity.