You all remember that book "The Giving Tree" by Shel Silverstein, right? The one with the tree that gives and gives and gives to this greedy boy as he grows, losing apples and limbs left and right, until finally the tree is just a stump and yet it STILL gives to the boy-turned-into-an-old-man by offering its stump for the boy-turned-into-an-old-man to rest his weary old bones?
Okay, so maybe my garden isn't quite that selfless, but I just thought I should acknowledge the fact that I ate fresh produce from our garden last night. I know I need not remind you that it is the middle of December. And the garden is covered in three inches of snow. And yet, the brave little collards were still out there, waiting to willingly sacrifice their hardy leaves to be cooked with bacon and onions for my dinner last night.
SOB. And YUM.