What sleeps
seedling · planted 2025-01 · tended 2025-01
In January the garden does nothing, which is its work. The trees are sleeping, the roots are sleeping, the earth in the beds is under snow. I walk round the yard in Granny's felt boots and write down what I see: footprints of a cat, the shape of the vines against the wall, icicles on the ditch.
Idea for spring: a map of the yard, every tree with its name and age. Start with Grafting, as my grandfather did it.