Spring has sprung.

Today, when I pushed open the gate to take Griffin for a walk, I spotted these: my first spring crocus! And next, in the middle of the parking lot at work, this remarkably resilient shrub was reaching to the sky with her budded branches. How can you not love a day like this?

Let your imagination grow.

My daughter is attending the School of Visual Arts in NYC, and, of course I'm a proud parent. I love it when she sends me scans of her work, like this recent assignment for one of her drawing classes. The assignment: illustrate a garden from your imagination. I especially love the cactus in a teacup.

A few scraps for the leaves. Part 2

In what could be my most satisfying recycling that doesn't involve vegetable scraps, I was able to reuse the mailing box from the composter to mail Anna our fabulous paint-by-numbers "Last Supper". (For some reason, our friend Susan gave up this gem in a joint yard sale.)

Anna's been wanting the painting for her apartment in Brooklyn, but because it is a large, rectangular shape, finding a box has been difficult. I even went to a UPS store to buy a box, but they wanted $10.95. Can you believe that?

A few scraps for the leaves.

Okay, so it took a few weeks, but I finally put
together my
composting bin, with a little help from Tony. It was a snap: Four panels held together by these very cool swirl hinges. Check out




















the photo of how they work!

I set up the bin in the back yard, next to the leaves that I saved from earlier in the winter. I saved way too many leaves, as one bag fills up a quarter of the bin. Guess I need more bins or less leaves. Yikes.

It was great fun dumping my bucket full of veggie scraps and my dead Christmas poinsettias on the pile and turning it into the leaves. (I know. Don't you wish you had my life?), but I felt like a farmer.

A full moon in January's snow.

Two snowfalls (better description: snow showers) in two weeks! A wonderful thing, indeed.

Drum roll, please.

After much hullabaloo, I've started composting. Tony snapped this picture of my first collard stems going in the bucket. Well, it was the second or third photo. I made him reshoot several times, because my hands kept looking awful. The sign of a true gardener, I know, but a girl has to draw a line somewhere, you know what I mean?

Even more impressive than the composting was the meal I made with those greens. My dinner was completely locally sourced, except for the mashed potatoes. Here's the menu. Yum!

Sweet Potato Soup Garnished with Roasted Red Peppers
Osso Bucco with Newman Farms Berkshire Pork
Mashed Yukon Gold Potatoes with Blue Cheese
Fresh Picked Collards and Kale with Rosemary and Lemon Zest

Can it get any better?

Last night, we had a beautiful downpour of snow, and today it was a snow day on a Monday. This never

happens in Memphis, and I thought the day couldn't get any better until our mail carrier, Derek, delivered my 2011 catalog from Seed Savers Exchange.

If you don't know about Seed Savers, check it out here. The company, started in 1975, sells 600 varieties of heirloom seeds, and every packet sold helps support its commitment to preserve genetic diversity. Is anything more right on than that?