not Yet, But soon

Not yet but soon. Underneath blankets of snow and sheets of ice, I know you are there, waiting.

Walking out this morning wasn’t just simply cold, it was a frigid negative 3 degrees F. I have lived here in the Mid West for over 20 years, (transplant from California), and I still do not know how that is possible. Natives laugh, but it is just something my head won’t wrap around even now. What I do know is thankfully there is quite a bit of snow covering the garden and it’s insulating everything from this cold deep dive. All the hard work and planting done in the Fall is there gathering energy , holding on, as am I. This won’t last, and while it does I stay warm inside without liking it. I draw plans, and then draw them again. More plans, more dreams, of how the garden will evolve this season. In January it could be anything that I can dream. Books of great gardens past and present scattered around me. Bookmarked and poured through a million times. I look outside and see the garden there sleeping. It can be still be anything in January. It’s the moment to plan and dream.