I gripe about the cold a lot.

It seems like from November to April I never get warm.  Not really warm. Not barefoot warm. Not can’t remember what a sweater is for warm.

That’s what I’m talking about.  So deep into summer I’ve forgotten about that sneaky April cold snap and haven’t yet begun to dread the end of the growing season.

HOT.

I do like it hot.  I always think, when it’s at its hottest, if only I could soak this in so deeply that it would last until January.

But it’s gone as soon as that unseasonably cold day in October, like a cheap handwarmer.

Now, looking down the tunnel of a new winter, these are the things that keep me going:

Cold hardy lettuce

Kale

Garlic sprout!

Beautiful spinach

Warm nest eggs

And pretty girls

These, plus heaps of compost that steam on frosty mornings and gardener’s methadone, the seed catalog, will have to do for the coming months.

What keeps you going?