If I didn’t have to work inside over the last several weeks of strangely warm temperatures it would have been heaven. I stole the day this day after New Years because the word is, party’s over baby- brace for a blizzard, or well some flurries maybe. 
My garden is perking along- even blooming in places- the borage is lush with it’s tiny blue blooms, and there are mini explosions of spring lettuce shaking out ruffles of lime green leaves with abandon. The parsley, volunteer cilatro and swiss chard will roll with an artic blast, but this eager lettuce…will be like a virgin into the volcano. (without the heat.)
So I politely dug up and tucked the frilly lettuce into cozy pots, watered them
and allowed the excess water to drain before inviting them all into our dining room for the next several months. I’m not sure how the lettuce will react to watching us shovel down bowlfuls of mixed greens and romaine, but I will let you know. I promise to try not to kill these startled refuges by over or under watering, but I should appologize in advance for excelling in this area. 
Excuse me now, I need to go put a log on the fire. Welcome to winter my friends,
