March is a tease

Seven months into our courtship, I dropped the the man who eventually became my husband at the southern terminus of the Appalachian Trail: Springer Mountain, Georgia. It was February 1. And according to townfolk along the trail, when he and his hiking partner made forays into towns for supplies, it was “the coldest/snowiest/worst winter we’ve … Continue reading March is a tease

Gardening in February

I tried to read at the breakfast table yesterday while I ate warm oatmeal with craisins and walnuts. Instead of following the words on the page, though, my eyes kept looking through the sliding glass door. At the garden. A woodpecker and a red cardinal swung on the bird feeder, eating the sunflower seeds I … Continue reading Gardening in February