singing in the The garden What Lies Beneath To sleep, perchance to dream . . . -Shakespeare's "Hamlet" Text and art by Ginny Neil This is the time of year when my yard and the perennials that line the edges look their absolute worst. My coneflowers, black-eyed Susans, daisies, daylilies and asters have 58 BlueRidgeCountry.com been frostbitten into leafless stalks that rustle in the wind. In spite of appearances, they are still alive. The roots have protected themselves by moving most of the water that washttp://www.BlueRidgeCountry.com