A Season Of Rest

When I look outside and see all the snow on the ground, I admit, I get a little excited.  Because snow means it’s actually winter, and spring shouldn’t be all that far behind.  Never mind the fact that I live in Wisconsin, and sometimes spring doesn’t arrive until May, but hey! I can dream, and hope for spring to arrive in March… that’s a just a few months away, which means that in a few weeks, I’ll actually start spending some time planning.

In the meantime, all I can do is look at the snow and think about when it melts, and it’s very interesting to see the tracks in the snow.  Other than birds, I didn’t even catch a single glimpse of animals in the garden last year.  Granted, I had fences, but once the garden started actually growing, even the squirrels stayed out.  But now I see bunny tracks through the yard, squirrel tracks, and then a few trails that make me suspect a cat or two in the neighborhood.  That’s encouraging, as feral cats are wonderful for keeping the rodent population down.  After dealing with those ground squirrels two years ago, I’m thrilled at the idea of a cat or two roaming past.

I wonder how those herbs are doing underneath that snow…