The wagon which is blogging is easy to fall from.
When my inner life becomes more complicated, some things go away faster. Things such as gardening, knitting, baking. . . they're just gone.
Fortunately, not all of the garden knows this.
I finally clipped off the second, brought-to-you-by-global-warming frond growth,which is the juicy-looking green stubble, only to find this spring's crop coming up. If I harvest responsibly, we should get about eight spears of edible size before needing to let the crowns grow and replenish.
Since I have finally found a modicum of knitting mojo (two presents done, a new sweater 20% finished), and spent some time spinning last week, and got a few seeds put out under bird cover, there's hope for the garden yet.
And if there's hope for the garden, can the gardener be far behind?
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