I wish I had bread rhapsodies for you, or even some photos of the market bake (it’s a good one), but I took no pictures yesterday and with the baking done my mind has turned towards the garden. There are so many urgent spring projects: fencing, brick setting, sheet mulching, planting, propagation, the noxious weeds to dig and dig and dig again.
Last weekend we buried more lawn under cardboard and manure and planted the beginnings of our berry beds with highbush blueberries, black and red currants, and strawberries. A friend delivered a few lingonberries last night, and a German wine grape. Right now, sitting at my desk with the window cracked let in birdsong and the bright morning air, I’m fighting the impulse to go outside and put roots into the cold, damp earth.
But first the farmers market. If I have dirt under my fingernails you'll know I gave in to the green song of growing things and snuck out for a quick dip in the garden before biking downtown.
See you soon.
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