Wrong turns, learning curves and a Mid-west Spring.
Last year, well if we’re being precise, sometime in the middle of the year before that, I started this blog as a way to document my adventures in gardening. A journal of my successes and my failures, which would hopefully focus more on the successful part of that equation rather than the portion dealing with failure. Wishful thinking and a tendency towards massively overly estimating my level of creative energy being a weakness of mine, I wrote one additional blog post and then no more. Primarily, if I’m honest because there was, in reality, precious few successes to be had. It's fair to say that last year was a season of gardening defined far more by what was not achieved as by what was. As I mentioned, I am the sort of person who can get easily carried away with my creative imagination one day only to find that the practical reality of the physical universe can bring me crashing back to earth the next, so gardening has been an exercise in learning functional perseverance. ...
