By Karen Cay
George Bernard Shaw says, “The best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there,” and in this, I most heartily agree.
In the dredges of grey, cold, lifeless winter I, like many of you, survive by the dream of summer, of life, of garden.
By February, I am pouring over gardening books, ordering seeds and creating elaborate maps based on what needs full sun, what needs shade; what is tallest, what is shortest; what will be harvested early, what will be harvested late. So are many of you.