An absolutely gorgeous package arrived this week, from Baker Creek Seeds. I dumped the contents out onto the kitchen table for us all to admire. While the snow gently fell outside (we got just a little bit this week), we oohed and aahed over the color and the promise of what the garden will bring this year. I'll pick up the rest of our seed order at FEDCO next month. But for now, I have these little packets - and some from last year - to pour over, daydream about, and organize.
I found Annabel in the garden yesterday. Though I had to step over the detritus of autumn, sink deep in the mud in one spot, and crunch on the snow in others. But there she was, tucked in her little corner - also showing signs of having overwintered and appearing tired for it - playing at making soup with the bean seeds she had found from the pods left on the poles.
It is still a ways off, I know. But each day I am more certain that it is coming, and the excitement is building for us all. Steve and I were talking about a particular pasture, in the back of the garden, that is a bit of a puzzle for us in terms of finding the best use for it (it's removed from the rest of the animal pastures, and not ideal for pasture grass). Hmn....what would it be to double the garden, I thought? I could do that, could I not? And then my mind began to reel with all the possibilities, not paying any mind to the realities of such an undertaking.
Ah, such is the mind of a gardener in March, I think. It's an exciting time of year!