The snow finally melted last week, and the woods around the farm were swamp for as far as the eye could see. Luckily we're blessed with fields that drain - when we started prepping rows in the upper field we turned over soil that wasn't too wet, or too cold. The first round of brave seedlings, scallions and cauliflower, headed out into the field to be planted this week. It's supposed to be 65 degrees this weekend, and with plants in the ground it feels safe to finally say: it's spring. And we couldn't be happier.
I'm positively in love with this baby red russian kale. We found it underneath two layers of remay in our recently rebuilt greenhouse, growing contentedly in a corner long after we assumed everything was dead dead dead. It's very, very small, but somehow that makes it seem even more lovable. We've been picking and eating single leaves, in devoted appreciation.