Winter discontent

When the temperature barely breaks ten...when the wind chill stays below minus twenty-five...when the crystal-ball-frosted panes along the entire side of your house tell you that you will be writing a big check very soon for replacement windows...when the tundra of the backyard is dotted with the calling-card peppercorns of the forebears of a spring bunny crop of Malthusian proportions...then it's time to escape, escape to Verdant Groves (thanks to Mixolydian Mode).

Comments

[Don]

Chan -- I am afraid that we have entered that part of winter that is all about endurance. It will get worse, and then the croci will burst out of the ground and while impatient for more, we'll settle for watching the bulbs blooming in waves until the soil is actually warm enough to garden again.

What's 8-12 more weeks of winter? Enough to drive me crazy.

[Chan S.]

Yikes, and this from a gardener in a zone warmer than mine! But yes...this is the time of year where I truly understand the hibernating bear's "wake me up when it's all over". Cheers.