So. I know it will get cold again, I do. But this weekend was the first to carry the spring in its breezes, the smell of melt, of growth, of dirt heaving up moist and fecund and dark. We hiked 5 miles in temperatures over 60, we hung the wash out on the line to dry, we walked the yard and marveled at the buds on our fruit trees and lilac bushes, blueberries, and columbines. The girls decided to celebrate by laying five eggs in one day, and we chatted with neighbors for the first time in months. Our seeds came in the mail on Friday and we sifted through packets of Golden Beets and Mokum Carrots and Kentucky Blue Beans. Ready steady go.