It's that time of year again when I can't help all my dirty thoughts. I spent a full ten minutes today scrubbing the stains from my hands. Dirt stains. Last week I was more likely to be prying a white, sticky, gluey mess from my forearms. But Spring has arrived, the days have gotten longer, and the garden now trumps any indoor project, as magical as it may be, centered on flour, water, salt, and all that wild yeast hanging around my house. I still want to tell you about my winter adventures with sourdough cultures and naturally leavened bread (and the extra "loaf" I've acquired), but it'll have to wait for a rainy stretch. Today I'm filled with the alchemy that is Spring.