You know how it is on that first really fine spring day? You step outside and the sky is blue, the grass is green and the garden is all new again. It's the real beginning of the planting season, springtime.
Today, as the first snow of the season blanketed the landscape, I stepped outside and the sky was a bit overcast, the grass was covered with new snow and the garden was nearly dormant. It's the real beginning of the dreaming season, wintertime.
Another year in the garden has past, through winter, spring, summer, and fall.
Now it's time for fires in the fireplace, hot tea, and warm socks. It's time for wrapping up in afghans and surrounding oneself with gardening books, seed catalogs, garden journals, and notepads to begin dreaming about and planning for next year's garden.
It's winter at May Dreams Gardens.