Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Since my dad showed me how to dig up potatoes at our house on Washington Avenue, I've always been intrigued by gardens and the growing cycle, even living in a state with such a short season. So when we moved into our house in '77, besides a woodstove, a garden plot was something that just had to be found. We have two areas set aside for vegetables and such, not huge, but as they say, good enough. Surrounding the gardens and throughout our backyard are numerous birdhouses of all shapes, sizes and designs. Along with birdfeeders for the winter months, I just can't help adding them to the grounds, even though, as you might imagine, there's not a lot of activity at the 'houses' on a frigid January morning.