Late summer in Southern California–everything is parched, blighted, mildewed and brown. Hence the irrational happiness upon waking up to find the seeds for the winter garden have sprouted. It’s a synthetic springtime, but it’s still so lovely to see something fresh and green come up from the ground. If I can find my TB test results, I hope to do some volunteering and plant these at two school gardens in my neighborhood. On the menu so far: rainbow chard, lacinto kale, di cicco and romanesco broccoli, artichocke, and lettuce. Not sure how much the kids are going to like any of these things– though it seems that sometimes they are more willing to try stuff when it’s not fed to them by their parents.