Well, we bought less at Christmas.  And we’ve tightened our belts to get through the costly heating season.  I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a little belt-loosening.  For me it will coincide with the return of Spring, when I can get some new perennials, plant some seeds in my vegetable garden,

and cut armloads of daffodils from the driveway borders for the kitchen table.

“The return of good times is not wholly a matter of money.  There is a prosperity of living which is quite as important as the pocketbook.” (…from the  October, 1932 issue of Ladies’ Home Journal.) Finding out what really matters.  Seeking the beauty in small things.  Enjoying life’s simple pleasures– feeling the wind on your face, tasting fresh vegetables warm from the sun, watching a cat groom herself as though that is all she has to do that day.

We’ll be seeding down flowers and vegetables soon.  (We’re as impatient for the smell of warm, moist soil as you are.) We can make it until Spring, and so can you! Hang in there!

We are moving into the larger perennial phase of the season.  Most of the plants that we get in from now on will be in larger pots– for your benefit as well as ours.  We figure that by now you’ll want a plant that has a pretty good head of steam in the development department rather than a quart-size starter plant.  And larger pots are easier for us to keep looking good when it gets hot.  (If it ever gets hot this year…)

Bob went north yesterday to comb the suppliers for nice plants.  Come in this weekend and see all the goodies!

We are just back from our first trade show of the season– the Central Environmental Trade Show, or CENTS, for short.  This is the show that specializes in trees, shrubs, perennials, and hardgoods like mulches and soils and remedies for what ails your plants.  We wandered the aisles absorbing the smells of the plants and soil– we need that about now. 

We are making decisions now about what new products we will be ordering and growing this year.  Spring is coming, only 57 days away.

Written by Lynn on the slope of Teasel Hill where it is snowy and not quite so cold.