Nearly the only garden things that are going on now are tiny geraniums popping up, spindly threads of petunia seedlings and a couple of lusty little tomatoes peeping out of cut off a Mountain Dew bottle in the living room windows. As I write it is snowing up a squall and the wind is whistling up December. They can't drown out the gurgling rings of red-winged black bird calls though, or silence the insistent bugling of northbound geese. Still I am having a hard time working up any enthusiasm for gardening, even to the point of starting a few more petunias. It is just too persistently cold and dreary.
However, the one bright spot on the still-winter stage is the indoor lettuce. After I took this portrait, I plucked a few leaves and ate them. Yeah. Good stuff