It is unseasonably warm day in late February. It’s been a mild winter, but a long one: November brought bitter cold and snow typical of January, and while we haven’t had much in the way of snow or ice since the beginning of the year, it’s been a long, gray slog ever since. But today the sun is shining; there is the promise of the spring awakening to come. Naturally my mind turns, as it always does at this time of year, to the question:
What the f#&! am I going to do with all these turnips?