Postcards From The Cave...
...Beams of wintery cold sunshine sneaked into my snowy cave of hibernation to disturb my naps. The roller coaster ride of temperatures was wreaking havoc on my body as Ohio experienced sub-zero torture one day and balmy 45 degree temperatures the next day. Enticed by the sunshine, I stirred from my winter lethargy to peek out to check the temperature of the day only to find a note from "The Groundhog" tacked to my door. "Don't bother getting up...no meld-down any time soon, love Phil." As I sat drinking hot tea, trying to warm up enough to start my day, I began to have the first thoughts of little pots of herbs growing in my kitchen. The only good news about the severe cold this winter is that we shouldn't be plagued by bugs in this year's gardens. I was delighted to learn that the Herb of the Year is Artemisia. The fond memory of growing several varieties in stirred another interesting memory . During the local community fal