Observation: Warm Wet Soil

Last night I prepped soil plugs for starting kale and beans. To soak the potting soil, which had been sitting open on the porch for a while, I poured hot water over the plugs. The scent was massive, deep and powerful. Like a face full of sweet, rich earth short through with red cedar chips. It is something you could bury your fingers in, something you could sleep on.

I love spring.