True Dirta gardener talksthe season's greeting- December 24, 2007 In the dark days of the garden I avoid the tasks that would take me into the shadow land of the back yard where the day's light penetrates only a sliver's worth across the fence and the borders are brittle with last season's petrified leaf. There is no transforming snow to bury the sad scene in mounds of glistening white, and so far not even the soggy mulch of rain soaked debris. There are no birds and no sound...http://godetia.com/dirt/closet/2007/12/the_seasons_greeting.html |