The cold wind is whipping today in noisy, rushing gusts - an arctic blast that forecasters say will make the morning more frigid and miserable that normal. 

But I just dropped a $45 check into the post box to renew my city garden plot, and all I can feel is the hot sun on my neck and grimy dirt beneath my nails. Digging, planting, weeding, picking. Strawberry season is so close I can smell it.

Dana blogs at Feast After Famine.

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