By Dana Damico on February 08, 2011
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.