I  just came inside and washed and ate my first carrots of the season. I pulled enough parsnips for dinner and got enough bronze lettuce and the first of the lamb’s quarters for a small salad. Nothing feels better than this. I could win the lottery or find out that global warming, impending food shortages and peak oil were all just urban legends and I would still grow my own. It’s a lot like the way I felt when  I had my first baby. There is this incredible sense of creating in tandem with the universe. Forgive me for waxing euphoric but I do so love spring. The sun is shining and I have shed my coat. We are off for the weekend. I would rather stay home.