Waiting Patiently to Plant

Watching the snow level diminish from Gisborn Mountain has been used for a planting gauge since I can remember.

After a long winter with heavy snow, waiting for this mountain to be free from the icy grip of our

unpredictable Northern winters, can be a test of endurance.

And to a gardner, there is nothing worse than having all the catalogs and flyers arrive, and then you look out your window and four feet of snow still layers atop the garden!

Your heart beats a little faster and all of a sudden you just

KNOW that Spring has to hurry up and get here!

Who wouldn't want to dig in the dirt with a view like this?

Gardening is in my blood...... I can't help it.

I have the good fortune to live where I grew up. I have an undeniable link to my roots. I live in the house where I was raised and my children and grandchildren call this home as surely as I do.

My Dad grew a garden in the most unforgiving location on the acreage. And he did it with flare and generosity and was successful enough that my Mother used to say he could feed the Panhandle of Idaho with what was grown on that hilly spot behind the house. The original garden is gone now, with only remnants of the raspberries gone wild. But a new garden has been created and I invite you to come along with me while I re-invent and renew my green thumb.