“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution


 Early Spring arrives like the footstep of a sparrow... soft and delicate... almost imperceptible, unless you are watching for it.  There is no fanfare, no percussion - just the faintest tinkling of a wind chime on a breeze.  It washes slowly over the land, developing daily.  If observed in a time-lapse, played at high speed, it would resemble an explosion. 

  In real time, however, It's as if Mother Nature, herself, is dabbing a watercolor paintbrush here and there, adding a little color...  and then a little more... and more, until - the countryside is teeming with life and color and vibrancy.

But it all happens so subtly.

And that's where the magic lives ... in the subtle, the barely perceptible, blink-of-an-eye moment-to-moment unfurling of life. 

There is one exception to this gradual "happening", however, and that is the grass. It's as if Spring arrives and announces that it's time to change the carpets.  A switch is flipped and, overnight, the ground morphs from winter brown to electric green.

Great things have started happening in the garden and the greenhouse.  Seedlings are emerging.  Shown here are some of the morning glories that I will eventually add to the garden...

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