Well, it's getting to be that time of year again..........The winter garden is dying and preparations are now in place for the spring garden.

Actually, let me rephrase that last statement: The winter garden was a dismal flop that never took off, and now we're ready to grow something (anything) again.

The far left row was the last of the turnips----if you'll look closely you might see a sprig of something green.........the turnips sprouted, took one look around, and promptly refused to grow. Yes, we had one inch plants for about two months.

The next two rows are collards and cabbages. I actually thought the collards looked good until Howard told me ONE plant should fill a pot on the stove and it's taking about three of ours.........

The last row on the right are the cabbages.......actually, they were going to be the cabbages. This fall they were the cabbage LEAVES. They came up, started to make cabbages, then stopped.

We're not sure what happened, but the 13 tons of topsoil (otherwise known as sand in the southwest) that we dumped in the garden might be the culprit. It helped with the salt problem, but had zero nutrients.

This weekend, Howard tilled in all of the dead plants he chopped down from the fall, plus the stuff lying under the debris pile in the corner of the garden. The soil looks 100% better----there are little bits of plants throughout the soil and it's a beautiful chocolate brown.

It's January 18th. Pepita 1927-2006. Feliz cumpleanos mami.......

It snowed! And not just one snowflake either.......... In fact, I built my first snowman in years.

I'd had snow envy for days; tales of snowy walks and photos of snow-covered yards teased me as I looked out through the cold rain at my sodden, flooded yard.

But then last night, miracle of miracles, and with no warning or fanfare, the snow began to fall.

I guess greeting the white stuff with joy and giddiness is the true sign of a desert rat.

The other day Howard said to me, "You know, when I turn 60, I'd like to have a really nice banjo."

"Okay, honey," I replied........all the while, thinking, uh-huh........good, maybe he'll forget all about it by then......

The next thing I know, he's talking to people in music stores and visiting websites, and now, here's "our" newest banjo, three years ahead of schedule.

It's a beauty.

Well, it's official: grasses and trees are not my friends.

After complaining about my allergies for most of my life, I finally went and got the skin test done.

Easy, schmiezy.........a little poke here and there on the arm, and then...........KA-BOOM!! Major hives. Rye, Bermuda, and Johnson grasses were all off the chart......... Did I mention every one of those itched like a mother???

Good thing we live in the land of rocks and sand............

Whoa!! Hold the presses! What are those things?

They look like fish.......they smell like fish...... Is that me with a big smile on my face at LAKE ROBERTS with fish spread out before me???

Yes, our day finally arrived. We caught eight fish on Sunday, had a big fish fry up at the campground, and then caught another seven on Monday!

I guess there was a planetary alignment or something, but no matter what we threw in there, they bit.

In other news, the peanut crop is in. Good news?? The peanuts were delicious. Howard's got the boiling down perfect, with just the right amount of salt. Bad news?? Not enough peanuts....... Next year there are going to be at least two full rows of peanuts..... (sorry okra).......

Howard's going to talk to Stepheni's husband and get some peanut advice. We'll probably also call the folks in east New Mexico; they're growing peanuts over there and we want to know what kind.

There are several inevitable results of having a garden: You have a freezer filled with frozen vegetables. You have the ugliest fingernails in the city. Finding a worm is good news.

But, unfortunately, there is another side effect----you have vegetable debris laying around everywhere. Yes, of course we have a compost pile........but compost starts in the kitchen. We don't run out to the compost pile every time we shell peas or chop the ends off the okra, so it sits in the kitchen until we have a nice little mound of it.

Enter my arch enemies: About 10 billion fruit flies. I hate those little F**** but what's the solution???

Ta-dah! Wal-Mart has come through once again!

This cute little trash can has a flip top and a little lever down at the bottom. Next to it is our old compost holder-----Poor thing, it used to be a cake cover in its previous life.

No matter what I did, it was always filled with fruit flies. Where do they come from??? The despicable little creatures buzz around my face and wallow around in the peels and cuttings, busy eating, and no doubt, making more fruit flies.

I knew there had to be a better way----having that open container like that was driving me crazy!

Just to make our little compost holder even more convenient, it comes with a detachable inside "bucket" complete with handle.

I love it!!

Well, we finally went to Elephant Butte and did something really really different..........and, no, it was not catching a real fish greater than three inches long..........No, it was fishing at night.

Howard had been wanting to fish at night for some time, but I was....... (how can I say this without sounding like a wussy worry wart.....) ......scared.

Well, who wouldn't be??? It's dark. There's DEEP water everywhere. What if we get lost? How will we get the boat back on the trailer?

The BIG DAY (or NIGHT in this case) finally arrived. We had almost a full moon, a huge spotlight, a smaller night light, lights on the stern and aft, and floating lights to attract bait fish.

It was so cool!! The stars were beautiful, the water glowed in the moonlight, and the lights worked like advertised...... Were it not for the fact that the wind suddenly kicked up, I could have stayed there for hours.

We even caught fish! Howard caught a small mouth that afternoon, and I caught a small mouth, a catfish (on a lure!), and a white bass. Hooray! There really are fish in this lake!

In other news, the garden is still going strong, even as we plant the first of the winter crop.

We've got two rows of lettuce, collards, and cabbage growing nicely, and, of course, a whole section devoted strictly to turnips.

I keep waiting for the okra to stop; in fact, I went on an okra strike for a few days. When they were about a foot long I finally went out there muttering under my breath, chopped them off, and tossed them on the ground. I can't stand to cook another okra. I take a bag with me everywhere I go----Master Gardener's class, pottery class, homeless shelter.........

The days are growing shorter, but wonderfully cool in the mornings. Howard and I are ending our third year in this, our home. My children are healthy and happy, and I have a wonderful life with a man I'm crazy about.

Life is good.