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.


In order to comment on, you'll need to be logged in. You'll be given the option to log in or create an account when you publish your comment. If you do not log in or create an account, your comment will not be displayed.

Trending Now

Recent Posts by Dana Damico

Recent Posts