Our garden awaits the arrival of spring.

This is when folks around here are dreaming about spring.  We’ve had a few months to pour over seed catalogs and plot our plans and plan our [garden] plots.  I’m no different.

Out in the garden, under a blanket of snow a layer of rotted manure has been leaching into the soil since last fall.  In a few weeks, I’ll mount the tiller on the tractor and churn it up for Sylvia to plant.  She’ll put out all of our favorite veggies, but this year there will be fewer tomatoes.  We still have plenty of canned tomatoes in glass jars from last year’s bounty.

I’m looking forward to spending time outside.  To feel the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze upon my skin.

Spring is coming.  The signs are there.  Have you seen them?