“The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.” – Henry Van Dyke
Dear Master Gardener Editors,
Thank you for all your hard work! I enjoyed the Jan/Feb/Mar issue. I have passed on your information about growing broccoli sprouts to several people.
Thank you, Julie Osslund
I am submitting a haiku for your consideration;
Black capped chickadee
Calls out a cheerful greeting
from a peaceful tree.
Don‘t eat anything your great grandmother wouldn‘t recog-nize as food.
Don‘t eat anything incapable of rotting.
Avoid food products containing ingredients that are a) unfamil-iar, b) unpronounceable, c) more than five in number, or that include d) high-fructose corn syrup.
Avoid food products that make health claims.
Shop the peripheries of the supermarket and stay out of the middle.
Get out of the supermarket whenever possible.
Eat mostly plants, especially leaves.
You are what you eat eats too.
If you have space, buy a freezer.
Eat like an omnivore.
Eat well-grown foods from healthy soils.
Eat wild foods when you can.
Be the kind of person who takes supplements (but don‘t).
Eat more like the French or the Italians or the Japanese or the Indians or the Greeks.
Regard nontraditional foods with skepticism.
Don‘t look for the magic bullet in the traditional diet.
Have a glass of wine with dinner.
Pay more, eat less.
Do all your eating at a table.
Don‘t get your fuel from the same place your car does.
Try not to eat alone.
Consult your gut.
Cook, and, if you can, plant a garden.
Rules from In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
Poem by William Carlos Williams
One kind word can warm three winter months. » Japanese Proverb
I prefer Winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of Winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. » Andrew Wyeth
Winter is not a season, it’s a celebration. » Anamika Mishra
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
A snowdrift is a beautiful thing – if it doesn’t lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination. ~ Hal Borland
I must go into the garden again
to find the limestone and clay
Be waiting by the morning rise
amongst its sleepy decay
but I need no garden to soothe
nor right as would be believed
I need no foot on buried steel
Nor flowers or such conceived
I must paint a canvas filled
with ochre, orange and green
My brush may still hard fabric
As I imagine what I had seen
Or my colours could be dark water
like the rivers of Arcadian deep
Careless what my mind perceives
what it sows or what it reaps
I might write sad tearful verse
words might as hammers fall
Roar and blow like creaking bellows
in the dark of my minds thrall
Or I could sit and watch a while
raise my head close my eyes
Beautiful words nature has spoken
and wonders in earth and sky
Copyright © Declan Molloy | Year Posted 2015