Last Gift
I like surprises. Well, most of the time I do. I don’t like finding a bug in my coffee or a parking ticket on my windshield.
Finding a dozen turnips from last year’s garden under the snow this morning is the kind of surprise I like. It’s a little like finding a dollar bill in the pocket of an old pair of pants. For me it’s also a reminder that even in the Chicago area a garden is not only a year-round commitment but it also can have a year-round payoff.
I don’t suppose there are any good tomatoes under there…
surprise turnips