Spending the morning in the high tunnel at Langwater today gave me a taste of spring. Though I dare not wish the winter away, the soft, moist soil complemented the gentle air and emitted that distinct smell of earth and growth. And, while I cannot say the soil was warm, it is a good day when your hands do not pain you from the cold. I’ll take it.
Feeling grateful for my time at Langwater; all I have learned and all the wonderful people I have gotten to know.
(lettuce mix and chickweed)