Hand-biting cold and starlit skies that came with the new year have yielded to a time of overhead grey, a foggy lake, and bland half-frozen snow. The howling northerlies that bent every limb have passed leaving a windless sky. Likewise, the days drift by with one much like the next. Grey light creeps up in the morning, brightens a little, and fades into evening without warming the day. These are not weeks to lay out plans, choose among options or eliminate alternatives because they share a timeless quality that invites leisure, even drowsiness. While it’s impossible to lay adrift on frozen waters, walking on the snowy landscape can be as aimless.
The last winter wind of 2014 howls across the whitecaps and up the bluff blowing the year to a close. The patch of blue corn, or more correctly of blue, and red, and white and green corn mixed wildly on almost every ear is only a memory. And a lesson that such colorful varieties of vintage corn hybridize freely and cannot be planted in adjacent hills. Even the purple stalks and husks of a few “blue corn” plants didn’t match the ears they yielded.
A midsummer blog post about the unusual hybrid squash turned out to be premature, since ultimately the extensive vine would bear 30 miniature pumpkins. While not expected in the “summer squash” area of the garden, they provided Halloween table decorations for our local craft brewery, a tiny Jack O’lantern for a granddaughter, and even a little pumpkin pie filling. Next year we will grow these on a trellis.