The quickie

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.  Yesterday, however, in the rain, I channeled Bobbette the Builder.  Turns out I'm not a bad handy woman (all that derivatives training).  With the man of the house in Montreal, I singlehandedly outfitted my formerly 'light-less' potting shed with a nifty set up of shop lights and warming pads to get my seeds started indoors and off on the right foot.  I've got them on a sweet little timer too that ensures they get 14 hours of good 'ole artificial light a day.  The setup was inspired by a fellow island gardener on Lopez - Lopez Island Kitchen Gardens - whose garden I'd lustily like to call my own.  And now, I'm one step closer...

Spring is in the air, and dirt, ah yes, is in my hair.