In my steadfast, if naïve, belief that winter is someday going to end, I’ve started thinking about gardening.
I just need to keep in mind that last year’s garden was a spectacular failure.
I blame the dog.
Indirectly, I mean. We got him last spring and it changed my routine. Knowing he needed exercise, I started walking him every morning before work, during the time I had previously devoted to the garden.
The dog liked it. I liked it. The garden hated it.