An Imitation Spring

It's snowing (and raining and slushing) outside, but in the greenhouse it's Spring! Last Sunday, it was 70 degrees in our wonderful cathedral, and I celebrated by ditching my shoes and dipping my bare toes into the beautiful dark soil. "Awake, awake!" it cried. Come and tend me! I had fallen into the dregs of winter, almost-maybe-possibly (could it be?) dreading the hard work of Spring. The smell of warm earth in that greenhouse, the sight of dirt under my nails, the stretching of drowsy worms, and the satsifaction of a well-weeded row aroused me from my slumber. One week later, the north-most bed is planted in spinach, and the center row in salad mix. Here's Dave watering in the year's first!

So far it looks like a wet start to the season, but it's too soon to tell much....more to come!