You know what I love about winter? The promise of Spring. I also do love to ski and read good books by the fire and take a vacation to a warm place. But I couldn’t do those things forever, just like I wouldn’t want to live in a place where I could farm all year. We visited such a place this winter, a lovely place where the temperature barely fluctuates month to month, season to season. And in that place vegetables grow all year. As a Wisconsin native I appreciate the seasons and as a farmer my life is directed by them. The seasons define what we do around here. March through December are for growing and delivering vegetables. January is for vacation and February is for planting the first seeds. As usual, the start of a new season is exciting. Spring can seem like magic sometimes. This week the thermometer is fluctuating between barely above zero to below zero and we have plants growing under lights. Those plants are going to get planted into the ground in just 4 weeks. That ground does have a plastic structure over it, but still, it is the ground. Our months of planning and soon planting mean that you have something delicious to look forward to. This is what I love about winter. Barb

Barb and Eric Perkins (mother and son) planting seeds for the spring share. Each year we use the kitchen counter as our work space and then move the flats to down to the basement where they live happily under grow lights for a few weeks. They move into the greenhouse  a couple of weeks and then get planted into the hoophouse.

Barb and Eric Perkins (mother and son) planting seeds for the spring share. Each year we use the kitchen counter as our work space and then move the flats  down to the basement where they live happily under grow lights for a few weeks. They move into the greenhouse for a couple of weeks and then get planted into the hoophouse.