I’m the keeper of the herbs around here, a not so difficult task, since many of them are perennials. Harder is to keep my cats from digging up the precious asparagus rooting underground over the winter. My solution, scraps of lattice.
The most telling sign of things to come is a tilled field, cleared of weeds and covered with lime powder. Let there be corn and zucchini and tomatoes and cabbage and all kinds of greens.
But everywhere are signs, not so obvious as the blooming hyacinth and tulip bulbs of spring, like the buds on our young fruit trees.
My kitchen garden looks bare but beautiful too, inviting me to visit with gnomes and angels and Buddha and nurture the bounty to come.