​     Even as daytime temperatures are around zero, fishing continues.  Most fishing takes place in a somewhat indoor environment, as fisherman create a mini-warm place on the ice where they can coax a winter meal of fish through an eight inch hole in the lake. 

​     Tonight the full moon is called the Wolf Moon.  It is truly the season of the canine predator as the coyotes howl in the distance and fishermen leave the lake as it creaks and groans in the otherwise silent winter night.

​We have already seeded many of the plants for the spring of 2019.  A couple of days at the Convention Center in Minneapolis to visit with customers and talk about what is new and green for the coming gardening season. 

​The days may be short and cold, but now we have turned the corner and are headed into spring; the inevitable hope for warm green days springs into our hearts once again.

To learn more about Glacial Ridge Growers, visit out website at ​www.glacialridgegrowers.com

​     A cold crescent moon reflected on the small lake on a November night in 1874.  The little lake near August Hertwig’s cabin was rimmed with early ice. Frozen glass-like shards created tiny fairy-sounds along the ever-widening glaze around the margins of the shore. 

​     The waterfowl which had been August’s vocal friends for the summer, took flight in the moonlight, heading south.  Silence permeated the scene now; the great leaving struck a sudden loneliness in the solitary pastor’s heart.  The power of the Word gave comfort as winter closed in on his new home:  “Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.” Psalm 25:16