Saturday, June 9, 2012
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Plotting the garden in my head, walking by the shore. Cold enough to keep all the loons in their houses, the mosquitoes dormant. Can't wait to build my grow boxes and get the seeds started. I'm sure the taggers are itching for the warmer temperatures too as their paint cans won't freeze, their markers won't jam, and we'll be subject to their scribbled narcissistic spewing. Banksy they're not. Hopefully they're craft has evolved while in hibernation. My Fingers are crossed.