"In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy." -William Blake
It all started last fall. I had all these brilliant cravings for pumpkin dishes floating around in my head. Unfortunately I didn't have enough pumpkins to make them all a reality and the pumpkins in the markets left much to be desired. I vowed that in the spring I would plant enough pumpkins in the garden to make all those dreams come true. One thing led to another and as winter dragged on, plans began to take shape, growing larger and larger as my desire for the warmth of summer grew stronger. Promises in winter are easy to make, but hard to keep.
Then, one cold-but-not-too-cold day in February, we moved the garden fence across a barren plot of yard that would become our pumpkin patch. There was life in that frozen soil, I just knew it.
But spring came late and often I found myself gazing out the frosted window at the garden, covered in silver snow, still sleeping when I was ready to run out there and yell, 'Wake up! Wake up!"