Gardening is about seasons: periods of rest and labor and reward. There is no time for regrets about tasks left unaccomplished because there is always the next season, the next opportunity.
Outside it is cold and wet, the garden beds and compost piles are sleeping, but I see new buds on my overwintering early sprouting purple broccoli and the raspberries planted last year in 2013. Even in the Bleak Midwinter, even in the dark and the sleep, promises are becoming.

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