Dear Carol, Mary Ann and all of other gardening friends, This week's letter will be more of a postcard from the path than a letter.  Bear turns eleven on Thursday (wait a moment while I cry), and, among other duties, I must bake a red velvet cake, her favorite, to celebrate.  Speaking of Bear, she helped cut all of the landscape fabric away from the brick for me in the new potager beds.  I really appreciated her assistance.  We were working on a time crunch, because of the predicted snow, so she also helped me with the labels.  As you can see, she drew pretty ladybugs and an earthworm on this one.  I think just writing the names bores her, don't you?  Another had polka dots, and a third sported a dragon. Today, with a temperature of 62F and climbing toward the projected high of 76F, Saturday's snow is mostly...

This morning, I woke to birdsong, and it took me back to when my children were small and watched Winnie the Pooh.  Those were gentle days.  Often, I sat down with them because I loved Rabbit's garden savvy (although I couldn't understand how a gardener could be so grumpy, especially a gardener in England).  I adored Owl who wanted to sing the dawn chorus, but of course, he couldn't.  In fact, he was dreadful.  I tried to find the episode on YouTube for you, but it wasn't there. The sound outside my bedroom window tells me spring is on her way in spite of the snow forecast for tomorrow.  Yes, snow, but let's talk of happier things. Thanks to everyone who entered the great glove love giveaway.  From all of your comments I confirmed: Gloves protect our hands from stickers and stinging nettles. Our hands and fingernails stay cleaner.  No...

Dear Carol, Mary Ann and all of our Gardening Friends, Well, Daylight Savings Time began two days ago.  So, today, I'm tired.  You wouldn't think one little hour could make so much difference, would you? HH walked in the door from work last night with two, blue/green eggs in his hands.  The girls have started laying.  Before Bear turned them into brownies, I snapped a photo.  To me, nothing says spring like a beautiful chicken egg, or a chocolate bunny for that matter. Work continues on the potager.  The blocks we bought were supposed to fit easily together, but guess what, they don't.  I think the guys now have a rhythm going since they've nearly finished two beds today.  Hard, hard work.  HH and I spent half of Sunday working on one of the walls to see how high it needed to be, and we had to tear it down...