Tempus fugit, and it’s currently fugiting at an alarming pace. I am recently returned from trips and conferences that swallowed up December and January in phases of preparation, execution and recovery, and Christmas is still sitting on the dining room table, neatly compartmentalized and just tidy enough to consider throwing a blanket over it till next December and eating off our laps for the rest of the year.
All this to say that February is upon us and there is much to be thought about for the growing season a mere six weeks away. Regardless of what Phil has to say about it this morning, (ugh! #NotMyGroundhog – ed.) we’re going to be looking down the barrel of an explosive spring in a few short weeks and wondering how we got here again.