Digging in the Rain

Two days ago, I woke up to a dreary, overcast morning. I headed straight for the teakettle, then settled into my desk to write. It had all the earmarks of a perfect writing day: a day when all you want to do is stay snuggled up inside, and the rain falling on the other side…

The Digging Days…of Winter?

When I said in my last post that my first gardening efforts were hampered because I hadn’t yet discovered digging, I was only partly kidding. It’s true that I rarely wielded a shovel in that garden. To start my beds, I marked out some squares of lawn with nails and string, and my dad took…