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I see little shoots of green between the lingering islands of snow melt. I see damp soil longing to be turned. I see sweet blue skies dotted with puffy clouds. I see….spring. It’s not here yet, but it’s so close I can smell its rains, feel its fresh breeze, taste its first sugar snap pea.
I fondle my seed stash with rising anticipation. I’ve already gotten out my garden hat, a straw and dried flowers concoction that inspires derision from the children. It makes me feel very romantic and Victorian while I’m getting dirty. I love my garden hat. If you don’t have a beautiful garden hat, go get one.

Just like last year, we got our seeds for free–about 50 packets. Faye, who works at the little store, kept the leftovers from last year’s supply in a freezer. They can’t sell last year’s seeds–but last year’s seeds will grow. Our garden using seeds overwintered from the year before did fine!

Carrots and radishes.

Turnips and bell peppers.

Pumpkins and watermelon.

Okra and eggplant.

Several kinds of corn.

And a bag of peas.

More: green beans, spinach, green onions, squash, zucchini, lettuce, cauliflower, cucumbers, swiss chard, dill, cabbage, basil, parsley, and tomatoes. I LOVE JUST SAYING THE WORDS. Food is so wonderful and you can make it. There will be other herbs (many more herbs!) and vegetables I’ll want to put in, some things that are missing here or just specific varieties, but this makes a huge start. And you can’t beat free.
Wait a minute.

What’s wrong with that picture?

What are cookies doing in my seed stash?

I’m not planting cookies, Clover!

With the snow melted and some warmer days upon us, the nibblers are out in force, tired of months of winter hay, enjoying any fresh green shoot of anything they can find.
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"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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