I never cease to be amazed when a tiny touch of green begins to emerge from winter's blanket. After weeks of plummeting temperatures, howling winds, snow and ice, frozen ground, relentless low temperatures.....somehow the green whispers quietly somewhere underground. The other morning I sat on the porch steps to enjoy a moment of winter sun. There, at my feet, were a few tiny blades of green. How did they do that??? They bring quickening and hope. Birds have been singing for several weeks now. Somehow they knew. Perhaps I'll plant some seeds in the Hoop House today.