a comforter against the winter's cold. The leaves keep the worms happy and well fed, which gives us better soil in the Spring. That promise is more than a cold comfort--it's bright hope.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Cold Comfort
I'm no Stella Gibbons, but the words "cold comfort" came to mind as I looked over the garden, set under foreboding gray skies. My son and I missed most of the work in the cool breeze, but still spread mounds of leaves into
a comforter against the winter's cold. The leaves keep the worms happy and well fed, which gives us better soil in the Spring. That promise is more than a cold comfort--it's bright hope.
a comforter against the winter's cold. The leaves keep the worms happy and well fed, which gives us better soil in the Spring. That promise is more than a cold comfort--it's bright hope.
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