Reading harold_maude's journal

It's been awhile since I've come to the bat cave. The bats are doing fine and being bats. After all that's what they do best.

It's spring finally and it feels wonderful. The cold is still too close not for me to still feel beat up and bruised by how harsh it was.
It's like being sore all over and so tired that you can't sleep because there isn't any comfortable possition.

I'm working on a very tiny garden this year. All vegies and if they do well, I will get to enjoy some amazing food.
I feel a bit like an over anxious parent.
The seeds will do what seeds do and I'll be amazed by the little green shoots that come up out of the dirt.
It's been along time since I had a garden of any size.
This one is tiny by design. I have extreemly limited space to work with.
I chose containers to plant the garden in and because I am planting heirloom seeds I had choices in colors.
My choice was easy, everything except the mellons are purple.

Three kinds of tomatoes, one kind of bean, one kind of carrot, and something called Sun berries, which are suppose to be like blue berries but much better.
The beans are pole type beans and when ripe they are an extrodinary shade of deep purple. I have never tried these so I am hoping they taste as good as they look.
Purple carrots with orange just below the peel. How could I resist?

One of my tomato choices was something similar to a roma tomato but they are this gorgous shade of violet with twinges of deep red.
The most crazy in color of all three tomatoes are call Black Sea Man tomatoes. They are kind of multi colored inside with a purple skin.

I'm hoping that the tomatoes produce a larage amount of tomatoes so I can freeze some for this winter when I can make really good tomato soup.

It is indeed spring. I never thought winter would get done. It was not only bitterly cold but it was hard in so many ways.
It hurt inside and out.
Thinking about what came from all that time I can definately say that it was a time of growing for me.
Learning to see good things in the midst of so much lack.
Learning about what I truely want for the rest of my life.
It was indeed a time of solitude that I had no choice about.
I don't think anyone would choose what this last winter was like.

I've read in the farmers almanac that either last winter or the one before was going to be the warmest this centruy. If that's right then winter will take more and more and be harder to survive.
Makes me wish I had a farm further down south where it doesn't get so crazy cold in the winter.

But life goes on wether we agree to how its going on or not.
I guess in light of the big picture that's the best thing for all of us.