Once again life triumphs over the cold death of winter. Spring at last. Every time we traverse the Saṃsāric Wheel of the Seasons I hold my breath as the days begin to grow long again. Will the leaves come back? Every year without fail they do. And I sigh a little bit in relief each time.

This January I dug out a few plots in our weirdly shaped, unused, and full of not quite weeds not quite grass. Three 4' x 15' holes about 8 inches into the Texas Blackland Prairie clay. Over the last couple of weekends we planted some peppers, tomatoes, tomatillos, peas, letuce, cucumbers, and melons.