Greenhouse

In Vermont, my hometown, it is 27 degrees, there is snow, more so in the hills. Nevertheless, two things are happening, the auger in my parents’ pellet stove is delicately pushing pellets down the fun-world slide, into the hot heat, delivering an economical and conscious heat—and here, in 52 degree Hot Springs, in a tiny 3 by 6 frame, my delicious little spinach babies are popping out of the soil as though it were spring itself. Nice.