The latest storm blew through my part of the country and left behind almost a foot of snow covered with a 1 inch layer of ice. The roads are treacherous and the temperature remains bitter cold. Of course, bitter cold seems less bitter after a month of extremely bitter cold…it’s all relative, I guess. Each day the hours of light grow longer as we slog toward spring. Seeing this slow progression, I find some solace that winter will eventually come to an end.
However, the report from Punxsutawney is that Phil saw his shadow and dodged back underground for another six weeks of winter napping. I hate to admit that the fat, furry subterranean dweller may be correct. For those readers who may not be familiar with the legend of the infamous rodent, the film Groundhog Day, starring Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell is a fun introduction to this silly holiday.
My garden lay sleeping beneath this blanket of snow and ice. It is about this time in the winter season that I grow weary of the heavy clothing. Winter is enjoyable for a time but being trapped indoors grows old after several months. I am eager to feel the thaw of springtime. I long for some fresh veggies from my garden, the first of which will be the asparagus that I planted last year.
There is nothing that can be done about the weather, so I wait and continue to plan for that time when the soil awakens and beckons me to dig in and begin the planting and sowing. Black dirt live again!