Jessica Stolen-Jacobson

We inch on towards spring. The sunshine this week has been wonderful, but once again the wind defeats her chance at warming us up. I’m itching for green. Grass, leaves. And flowers. My thin patience is wearing even thinner. But I’ll get over it.

I’ve had an easy life, like canoeing down a river, one mile leads to the next, Tuesday follows Monday, obey the rules, portage around dams, don’t approach alligators unless their eyes are closed, and don’t argue with men with large eyebrows carrying shotguns.

I’ve fully committed to yet another year of trying to grow vegetables and herbs. Thus, over the weekend, I carefully went through all of the seed packets, and looked up all the information on starting each individual kind of seed, figuring out which ones need to be started indoors, and which need to be put directly into the ground.