It is a grotty 8 degree of a day, tho’ hard to believe 8 it could be, since the chill of the wind almost lifted my fingernails off, when I said good morning to the lettuce seedlings.

The lettuce seedlings have a look of impatience about them and an inquiring “what’s the story? and why are we still cramped four to a tiny pot?”.

Questions I can’t answer.

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