Each spring, I’m bewildered by the renewal of overwintered crops. The garlic cloves planted in fall thrust eagerly through the surface. The recently snow-covered spinach resurfaces like a polar plunge champion, with more color and vigor than before the descent into icy waters. The scallions lift their formerly limp greens to the sky like winter never weighed them down. The sage sprouts new leaves after being trimmed back, never doubting it would be reborn.

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