By Maryanna Gabriel
As I was wandering in the garden in the dark with a flashlight, two things crossed my mind. One, how many people do you know would go to such lengths to pick fresh garlic chives, the perfect complement to the evening meal, and two, what an amazing climate this is that affords such a luxury in January. While I was at it I nipped off some fresh thyme. While the rest of the country groans under ice and snow, and the east is under storm watch, I am lollygagging in a garlic patch. I also have a rose trying to bloom. Other flowers in blossom are snowdrops, hellebores, and primroses with thick buds forming on the hydrangeas. Even the rhubarb is showing it’s pink head. I stared at the stars glistening overhead as an owl hooted from the deeper forest below. Satisfied I made my way back to the house my rubber boots making crunching sounds. I looked forward to a supper by the fire.