"Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle ... a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dream."- Barbara Winkler
This week in my garden, I can see the miracle beginning to happen. Buds on the fruit trees are getting fatter every day. The leaves of the amaryllises are poking above ground. The old loropetalum is full of its fringy fuchsia blooms. A few of the daffodils look like they might actually bloom for me this year. In the garage, under my grow lights, the little tomatoes, eggplants and peppers that I started from seeds are growing and promise to make healthy plants by the time I'm ready to plant them in the garden.
And the gardener herself is beginning to get antsy, wanting to get outside and get her hands into the soil. It's been hard because I've still been a bit under the weather from a respiratory infection this week. But the weather is getting better every day, and so am I. Next week I may actually burst into bloom!