I have already put sweet potatoes in jars on my window sill in hopes that by spring time I will have slips to plant to grow for a bed of sweet potatoes. I plan on planting other potatoes, and beets and squash and on and on it goes. Last weekend we took out all of our berry vines so we can move them to another spot.
The poor abused artichoke continues to grow. If you want to grow artichokes, you can't be nice to them. Maybe water but nothing else, because once you begin taking care of it, it will just die. I ignore it most of the time and it is now about five years old and it comes back every year. It even had a baby but I think I forgot about it and Ron plowed it under. Oh well. This one grows more artichokes that we eat.
Gardening for me allows me to process and working with new plants and dreaming of spring and seeds and even chicks helps me to stay grounded and helps me to keep my head on straight. Plus like crying in the shower, crying in the garden is a good place to get over myself.
I wish you a wonderful day.