Spring: Not Quite Yet
As T.S. Elliot famously said, "April is the cruelest month., breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain." Again, "sort of spring." We've had a few warm days, but most still begin with starting the fireplace. There's a routine now. Wake. Drink coffee. Come downstairs and shovel out most of the ashes from the fireplace. Start a fresh fire from the remaining coals. Start the process of watering the plants in the greenhouse while the fire takes. Fire up the old Oral B...and go on with the day. Friday of last week, we cooked ourselves. When it is in the '50's, it's a little too warm for a fire, but a little too cold not to have something warming the house a bit. It was great that the house was 78 degrees upstairs, but not so great when we tried to get to sleep. There is a certain desperation to the garden this year. Last year, we were content to grow some "halo" crops and sort of back...