Spring seems the most fickle of seasons. Today dawned sunny, warming our bodies enough to discard a couple of layers while working in the hoop houses. Then, a breeze floated into the pine boughs, the temperature dropped and the wind took greater hold. A snow squall appeared shortly, blowing over the Soldier Mountains and wafting in our general direction. Where sun rays had radiated across our vision, now flakes danced furious horizontal tangos. And then, all was calm, as the temperature continued to drop silently.
Arugula spikes dinner salads these days, as charged with flavor as the spring weather is charged with temperament. Spinach plants, seeded during the last week of January, have pretty much filled in their 
rows, covering the soil in a luscious green carpet. And while the hoop house greens grow ever faster, our minds run an even quicker pace. Seeds arrived today, from wonderful Johnny’s Selected Seed company.
Clarence has raked some snow-free areas of the garden, encouraging the soil to dry a wee bit faster. Tona is as happy as the red winged blackbirds to see more earth appear, yet cautiously reminds us of the April snow showers around the corner . . . nevertheless, garden visioning grows like the best of weeds. Eliot Coleman’s Winter Harvest Handbook has inspired renewed attempts at efficiency and documentation. We’ll make use of the remaining quiet days to anticipate extraordinary organization for this season!
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