The Starter Farm

Frost’s wrath

The lone fig hung on the frost-laden tree framed perfectly as the only sign of life that remained.  The first strike of winter had made its attack.  Sad, necessary but way too early for cold’s army to unleash its wrath.  A wave of sadness usually sets in at this point but experience has taught me this is nature and I am only along for the ride so enjoy. This year is a rebuilding year for the winter garden as I... [Read More]