It feels so good to be involved in the process of growing your own food. Especially when, as you can see through my window, the rest of my world is one sickly, muddy, snowy mess. The little bits on green on my window sills and the pussy willow buds on the trees are the only indication I've had that this is indeed spring. And the greens are artificially started and I feel the pussy willows may be lying to me.
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