Talking to Myself

it's only crazy if you answer...

Hello,

Here in the Pacific Northwest my garden is teetering on the brink of the growing season. The slow growth and shy blooms are accelerating into a collision of fragrance, color, tender greens, and promise. Oh, and the slugs and snails and cutworms are back.

I’m rather short of words these days. I should add – most of what I write these days, is what I…