I will miss the Berkshires, particularly the home where we have lived for the past 13 years, the longest stretch that I have ever lived in one location.
Feb. 2 marked the return to 10 hours of daylight; as a result, Johnson’s seed house is currently brimming with all varieties of microgreens that are lush, healthy and being consumed at a rapid clip at the myriad local restaurants for which she is the supplier.
Keying out the details of what remains of the plant on the stormy day on which I write of this discovery, observation points to the noveboracensis, a phenomenal New York Ironweed. I am eager for a close look during the 2019 growing season.
At the end of a day flying under cerulean sky above a sheet of clouds and traversing airports, my eyes exchanged the densely wooded, rounded hills of the northeast for Albuquerque, New Mexico’s fantastical Sandia Mountains.
