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?
Garden More than Half Planted, Too Much Friggin Rain
16 hours ago