We are finally harvesting from the greenhouse.  Baby spinach and salad mix, micro greens and arugula, and the baby bok choy is not far behind.  I cant say how excited I am to gave greens that didn't come in a bag or from so far away.  I am also so thankful to have the greenhouse to work in right now, as the mud is thick out there, so yet again we will play the waiting game before we can get the fields ready.  Its not quite April yet, but close enough and I just happened to read the following last night and I feel that it is perfectly worthy of quoting now.  

The following is and excerpt from Animal, Vegetable, Miracle written by Barbara Kingsolver.

"April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy.  We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again.  I agree, and would further add: Who cares?  Every spring I go there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally.  I'm a soul on ice flung out on a rock in the sun, where the needles that pierced me bein to melt all as one

On the new edge of springtime when I stand on the front proch shading my eyes from the weak morning light, sniffing out a tinge of green on the hill and the scent of yawning earthworms, oh boy, then!  I roll like a bear out of hibernation.  The maple buds glow pink the forsythia breaks into its bright yellow aria.  These are the days when we can't keep ourselves indoors around here, any more than we believe what our eyes keep telling us about the surrounding land, i.e., that it is still a giant mud puddle, now lacking its protective covering of ice.  So it comes to pass that one pair of boots after another run outdoors and come back mud -caked- more shoes thatn we even knew we had in the house, proliferating like wild portobellos in a composty heap by the front door.  So what?  Noah's kids would have felt like this when the flood had almost dried up: muddy boots be hanged.  Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful.  Im nuts."