Spring is nigh.
By nigh, I mean buried somewhere under a foot of snow.
Ancient stirrings within are prodding to embrace the tilthe. Cast the harvest of last fall back to the terra.
A row of carrots and a row of beets yet remain in the garden un-earthed from last year. They will produce seed this year. I have never actually seen how carrot or beet seed develops. This year will be a first.
I'm also eager to invest my energy and interest in ancient touchstones of the human existance. Namely, wheat. Specifically; khorasan wheat from Egypt, ethiopian blue tinged wheat, and Einkorn, the most ancient of all wheats.
This effort is to preserve the ancient varieties and eventually...bake a loaf of bread.
