Missing

I miss this.

My garden looks like death. 

This week we struggled to reach 35 degrees. 

When I go to work, it's dark, foggy and icy.

When I come home from work, it's dark, foggy and icy.

I miss going out to the garden in the sunny, warm afternoons, just to stare at my vegetables growing. 

I must have SAD (Season Affective Disorder).

Morning (aka ALL FREAKING DAY) sickness totally shot down any hope of fall harvests or prepping my raised beds for the winter months. Oh well. Now, Dan can do all the hard prep work for me this early spring, since I'll be way preggo. :)

Here's to crossed fingers that my onions and garlic are still growing (or quietly hibernating through the winter months, until the sun starts shining again!) :)