To every season there is a reason. To me, the beginning of winter means time to rest and to plan. I keep a gardening diary - well, at least I try. I do manage to scribble notes most of the time about which plants did well and which ones I need to understand more. It's not the plants fault it failed, it means I didn't understand the conditions it needed to thrive. I also save a couple of gardening books from fall's library book sale to read on cold, snowy nights. For this winter, it's the "Encyclopedia of Medicinal Plants," which I confess I've already peeked through. Seed catalogs also start showing up this time of year, a sure promise that spring is not too far away. At least it can seem that way as I daydream about next year's garden projects.