After September’s property disappointment, we have greatly retooled our winter plans - really, all of our plans.

We have casually watched the property market in our area for a few years now, but after losing an offer on a 20-acre property, we have been haunting the real estate sites daily.

I narrowed my book list down to a dozen that I’m planning to work through by the end of 2021.

The garden is tired, too. I’d like to think that we’re sympatico: two weary travelers, ready for a long winter’s nap.

August 2020, in which the lady ventures back out into the garden and confronts the result of neglecting it for much of the summer.

It’s about this time every year that I vow to move North at the earliest possible opportunity.

It feels like not a lot newsworthy happened in the garden, but sometimes that’s just as much worth noting as the dramatic stuff.

Compared to the big push of April, May was a pretty light month for garden tasks. It rained, and rained, and rained.

April has to be one of the most dynamic for the garden - at least, it’s definitely one of the busiest!