Time once more is flying. Color burst out all over; trees are blooming and gardens are transformed with vivid colors not seen in months. A very balmy March ended on a much colder note and the winds have been steadily blowing for what seems like weeks on end. There has been no rain and we better have some soon or the gardens are starting out early in the season with a drought.
Each day I count my blessings, this winter especially. Today it didn’t snow, is one blessing. Another one; today it snowed, but it was only a little and it will be gone in a few more days. Or how about this: the sun was out and about and I worked in the garden. Oh, this winter has been the best yet for me and if I could be assured of each and every winter being like this I might actually stay in New Jersey till I get too old to garden.
After a busy December, with shopping, partying, lunches and dinners, January represents to me the emptiest month of the year. True, the days are slowly getting longer, a little bit more light with every passing day. It’s usually cold, as it should in winter, and snow and ice are undoubtedly in the future. A few days ago ice skimmed the pond, leaving an open hole where water bubbled upwards thanks to an additional pump.