My garden is covered with snow right now. So not only is it “off season” for gardening, our seasons are a bit “off” since fall and winter mix together in Colorado, as do winter and spring.
This may look like just a tomato, but it is so much more! It’s the fruit of neighborhood, friendship, and long roots in one place. I wasn't even going to plant tomatoes this summer, but a friend gave me one started in their greenhouse.
I am impatient with the flowers I'm growing from seed this year - after a cool spring, it has taken forever to get the first nasturtium and zinnia. The end of summer looms. I know from experience that growing things takes time, so why the impatience? Is there a deeper issue with my soul?