Snowy and freezing cold here. Space heaters in the basement and kitchen, to keep the pipes from freezing. I have been awake, off and on, all night, to check the heaters--house fire vs. burst pipes--what a choice. I delivered meals to the home bound yesterday, in the snow and wind, went to the library and the city offices to pay utilities, the post office to mail out the bills. When I got home there was a restless crowd at my bird cafeteria. The feeders were empty in record time, so I filled them, broke the ice on the birdbath. A big male cardinal was rude about the delay. He sat on my mailbox and chewed me out publicly, shouldered a couple of Juncos off the perches, spilled sunflower seeds all over my garden and then took off. He didn't even leave a tip!
Today the windows are frosted over, the porches are icy. The predicted snow flurries turned into a bona fide snow. I am homebound, only one trip planned-- to the mailbox. Only making that trip because there might be a seed catalog. They started the week of Christmas and have been coming almost daily. I am up to eight now. The latest, Bluestone Perennials, is waiting for me now. There are also two library books on gardening--Kitchen Gardens and The Well Kept Perennial Bed, and a purchase from Half Price Books in Kansas City-- Planting Paradise As soon as the tea pot whistles, I'll make a cup of tea and settle down to the best season in gardening--Fantasy Season! No aching back, no skinned knuckles, no weeds, no pests, no frustrations, just me and pages of gorgeous successes. Plenty of time for harsh reality when the snow melts and the mud begins. Right now there are only pages and pages of glossy garden porn. --s6