75 days away
If you have been within the state lines of Minnesota as of late, you know the weather has been brutal. Tons of snow (which I dig), and some crazy-frigid temps. Like WAAAAY below zero. Its hard to leave the house for fear that I might lose a finger or 2…and I kinda need those. And for you lucky readers out there south of me, send some warmer weather up this way.
Last spring, I started my first garden. I moved rocks, tilled the soil, touched worms, all that jazz. I planted bulbs, seeds and weeded until my fingernails were black with dirt. I thought it would be something that I would give up on, but I actually liked it. I would come in the house every morning with a status update of what was sprouting. I liked pulling weeds, but hated when the spiders would pop out. I grew dahlias, ranunculus, black eyed susans, gladiolas, peonies, hydrangea, poppies and some other weird things I can’t recall. I was pretty proud. Some were good enough for my bride’s bouquets…but I couldn’t share. I loved them too much.
And now, since the weather is nasty and it seems that there is no hope for spring, I have proof that I can grow things. I hope this warms you up a little bit. Spring is 75 days away.









