Our January Winter Fare
by Granny Peck
With nights below 20 degrees and wind chilling days, it's hard to stay in the garden or put a shovel into the frozen (but imported and amended) soil from recent melted snow. The day lily bulbs, mint, holy hocks and chicory in the front yard are all fast asleep, awaiting the thaws come April.
The strawberries, artichokes, rhubarb, yarrow and asparagus in the raised beds are also imitating winkum, blinkum and nod.
The tools are ready to be put to work as soon as the soil can be turned, as the recently planted Linden tree beside the fence (on the far left) and the concord grapes ( attached to the corner of the house and climbing an unseen arbor) stand barren.
As I walk up my ramp and look down onto the space below... I see the only plants to still struggle to give forth their bounty... holly hocks, thyme, lemon balm, and salad burnet. Tonight these will be the fare for our dinner... along with a few fried sunchokes retrieved from their little beds located at the foot of the ramp.
Oh how I, a little old lady displaced from the warmth and long growing seasons of central California and their fertile soil, long for the 4 fleeting months called 'gardening season' in the high desert, zone 5, of Nevada.Do you like this January winter garden?
Tell us why!
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