As it snowed heavily all around today, the Captain brought in some of this fall’s apples we had stored in our workshop. How bright they look against the snow. I think the smaller red one on the left is a MacIntosh, and the other three are called Wilmuta, which is a cross between Jonagold and Gravenstein. The Wilmuta is a great winter apple. It matures in October and keeps well in a cool place. What a treat to see them today in a January snowfall. The rest of my garden is asleep under the snow, but the apples are still edible after a sleep in the workshop.
What sleeps in winter garden beds?
Some kale and wilted lettuce heads,
Carrots tasty, shriveled chard,
In soil that’s frozen very hard.
The chives are shivering with cold,
But in the springtime they’ll be bold
And send up shoots that say to me
Your salad’s where I’d like to be.
One day the sun will warm the soil
And Anne-li will go out and toil
Turning over weedy dirt
While working in her short-sleeved shirt.
She’s anxiously awaiting spring
So she can go and do her thing.