First Heat of the Year

The temperature dropped to 67 degrees this morning, so I started a fire. Yes, we are wimps.

Garlic Planting Time

This is your friendly reminder that Garlic-planting season is upon us.

So wrap that garlic garland around your neck, and after you've staked all the vampires, plant the cloves. By July you'll be feasting on fresh homegrown hardnecks.

I say hardnecks, because after my batch this past summer I've decided that the Italian Red hardneck garlic has a far superior aroma and flavor than the soft-neck garlic I normally find at the supermarket.

Happy gardening!

Swoosh!

Summer was camped out over the land.

At night, when he was resting, Winter

crept in, furtively, retreating when his rival woke.

Finally, Summer had enough of his toes

being frostbitten in his sleep

Yesterday he stood up in a huff,

Put on his great dusty coat

and swooshed out of town.

Today the wind still swirls

while Winter, grinning, peers over the mountain.