The greenhouse in springtime is my happy place. After a long winter, there’s nothing better than soaking in the sunshine and green life. The smell of the soil and the wonder of photosynthesis rejuvenate my senses from a cold and colorless season. I pull weeds and thin out the chard trays, eating a few hundred mini plants along the way. Meanwhile, Rufus is in carpentry mode (which I think may be his new happy place). He’s working on the old milkhouse, which is slowly becoming our certified kitchen space. Bring on the transfigurations of spring.


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