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My Persimmon Seed Prediction

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My persimmon seed prediction - winter weather on the way!You’ve probably heard a persimmon seed can predict winter weather. I love good weather folklore and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to check this one out for myself. Of course since we are in our first week of October, the results are yet to be confirmed. Thank goodness. I’m not quite ready for winter. Are you?

Before I get to my persimmon seed prediction, let me say, this all came about because I went for a hike yesterday (which I’ll tell you about in a future post). On this hike, we found a certain area filled with persimmon trees. And the trees were absolutely loaded with fruit. I took a few home to do my experiment this morning.

Cutting open a persimmon seed is no easy task. Continue Reading

Dear March,

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Dear March,Dear March,

If I individually track the next thirty-one days, each is likely to feel different. Drizzle. Thunderstorms. Warm sunshine. Days of dreary cold and maybe even snow, weather to remind us we aren’t out of the winter woods yet. And your howling wind! Are you announcing yourself?

Or maybe the biting wind should be blamed on Ole Man Winter who won’t go without a fight.

Charles Dickens perfectly described you, March, as summer in the light, and winter in the shade. 

So true.

Dear March, I know you mark the beginning of spring. I begin to dream of flower beds and lake days and fresh vegetables from farmer’s market, even though I never got a single bowl of snow cream.

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

[tweetthis]Dear March, you are summer in the light and winter in the shade #CharlesDickens #welcomespring[/tweetthis]

Musical Pairing:
Fiona Apple, Everyday

I started writing monthly letters to each month last July. Did you miss any of them? Here they are…

Dear July

Dear JULY

Dear August,

Dear AUGUST

Dear October,

Dear OCTOBER

Dear January,

Dear JANUARY

Annabelle saw her reflection…

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I hate to tell you this. Yesterday, Annabelle Boerner saw her reflection in the window of the neighborhood skating rink and this morning it feels like winter again. So much for Punxsutawney Phil and his prediction of an early spring.

Annabelle saw her reflection

Here in Northwest Arkansas, the last few springlike days have made me itch to work in the yard. I picked up a few limbs Sunday afternoon and dragged all my plants into the sun for a good soaking (the ones I’m overwintering in the garage). I worked on my compost a bit, too.

Only 46 days until Spring!

What’s the weather like in your neck of the woods?

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

[tweetthis]Annabelle saw her reflection on Groundhog’s Day![/tweetthis]

Musical Pairing:
David Benoit, Waiting for Spring

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

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