The pungent, mineral smell of dirt in our house once again makes me happy. Outside, I still have to wend my way through a labyrinth of narrow paths between the huge snowdrifts that refuse to melt; inside, we're planting leeks. The shelves, with fluorescent lights swinging from chains, have taken up residence in our living room for the next four months (FOUR MONTHS!). Only two weeks till we plant the rest of the alliums--scallions, onions, shallots. One of these days there's got to be a sign of spring.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Leek House
The pungent, mineral smell of dirt in our house once again makes me happy. Outside, I still have to wend my way through a labyrinth of narrow paths between the huge snowdrifts that refuse to melt; inside, we're planting leeks. The shelves, with fluorescent lights swinging from chains, have taken up residence in our living room for the next four months (FOUR MONTHS!). Only two weeks till we plant the rest of the alliums--scallions, onions, shallots. One of these days there's got to be a sign of spring.
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