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|He knows no winter, he who loves the soil,
For, storm days, when he is free from toil,
He plans his summer crops, selects his seeds
From bright-paged catalogs for garden needs.
He hears spring-heralds in the storm's turmoil;
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil.
-- Sudie Stuart Hager, Poet Laureate of Idaho, 1949-1982
|Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle...a seed
waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And
the anticipation nurtures our dream. -- Barbara Winkler
|In winter's cold and sparkling snow, the garden in my mind does grow.
I look outside to blinding white, and see my tulips blooming bright.
On this cold and freezing day, daffodils do gently sway,
And yellow roses perfume the air, I can see them blooming there.
In my mind, clematis climbs, and morning glories do entwine.
Woodland phlox and scarlet pink replace the frost, if I just blink.
My inner eye sees past the snow, and in my mind, my gardens grow.
-- Author Unknown
|The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our
hearts well out of proportion to their size. -- Gertrude Wister
|From December to March, there are, for many of us, three gardens:
the garden outdoors, the garden of pots and bowls in the house and
the garden of the mind's eye. -- Katherine White
|Photos on this page are courtesy of Kepguru.
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