This time of year used to seem like this gray section of time that I had to endure between the beautiful snow of the winter and the bright days of late spring and summer. But ever since I began farming, I have grown a much deeper appreciation for March and April.
The weather is unpredictable. It is often muddy and, well, icky. But I get to start planting seeds for the garden, and the smell of the dirt and growing plants inside the little heated greenhouse is now something that I find both exciting and comforting. There is nothing like making mud pies (soil blocks for my seedlings) in the warmth of the greenhouse, staying warm and dry, to the sound of the rain hitting the plastic.
The smell of freshly worked dirt out in the garden on a warm April day, as I ready my beds for potatoes, carrots, chard, beets, and onions, also cannot be beat. I spent last Friday morning, my mouth watering in anticipation of harvests to come, planting some gorgeous purple potatoes, orange-ribbed chard, golden beets, and carrots of multiple colors.
We can't control much in the world, but it is good to be able to rely on the coming of Spring and all the life that comes with it. It is reassuring to know that if I put forth some effort, plant some seeds, and encourage their growth, chances are, I will get something beautiful and nourishing from my efforts that I can then pass on to others to enjoy. This is my meager attempt at creating something good and sharing my joy.