The wonderful aroma of dill and fennel, lemon and basil, pepper and marigold filled the air. I can still hear the wind, outside the cabin, as it passes high over the creek valley. In my imagination, it carries me forward to next year, as I think of my garden growing ever so perfectly next spring. But I can wait. This winter, I can simply open my dresser drawer, breathe deeply, and sit in my summer garden whenever I wish.