We’re off and away.
We’re off to great places. Today is our day. Our mountain is waiting. We’re well on our way.
May the changing of the calendar bring forth fresh for you. Fresh thoughts, fresh ideas, fresh energy, or any other freshening up your heart may be seeking.
In a short few weeks we’ll have moved. Back to where we came. Three miles west.
To ready the house, to sell the house, to greener pastures in the form of better schools and shorter commutes.
I may not have a garden this spring. Or I may be keeping this one up for months, housing market dependent.
But I’ll bring some along for the ride, like this 4 year old chiogga beet.
While others will be gone before the house changes hands.
Any tips on moving asparagus crowns into containers for a few months?
Thank you, wind, for your gift of whimsy.