Spring is so close. In my part of the world, the last frost date is approximately two months from now — maybe 45 days, if we’re good, and pray to the local frost gods.

I’m recently obsessed with starting seeds, probably too early for their own good, but with the hopes of sharing and exchanging with friends and neighbors. Our local library has a seed exchange (a seed “library,” if you will) that I can’t wait to exploit, and refill, as seasons ebb and flow.

This is what spring means for some — from recent local motorbike races. This guy won 4th in the over-60 crowd. Photo by the very proud author.