8am: the sky clear, the sun chirps, the air squeals melt!
noon: the sky dense, the sun veiled, the air whispers snow.
It’s definitely March in western Montana. In like a lion? You bet. A sensitive, bipolar lion.
Hard to imagine garlic surviving under the dense blanket of snow. But I know it’s there, sleeping and waiting for a sun-startle. I imagine those little cloves feeling safe and cozy in the dark, solid earth. Soon, they’ll spread roots and wiggle up a neon shoot.
Like me, Margot can’t believe our plot will be green in a few months
I love seasons. Snow boots, garden clogs, flip flops, sneakers. Squash, spinach, carrots, tomatoes. Right now we are steady and strong in the snow boot-squash camp. And, homegirl is sincerely looking forward to garden clog-spinach. Especially after a sunny day when I wore bare toes and bare arms convinced it was balmy. Then the sun retreated behind a cloud and I realized it was actually in the low forties…but! For a hot second, it was spring. Read more about spring fever and share your feverish inclinations over at mama digs: buzz.
ps Virgin Harvest. Do it. (working on catching up with the emails! rest assured, I got yours!)
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all photos taken with a Canon Digital SLR from Vanns.com
