I hate it when I don’t know everything. Last week I gave Patricia Carlet ink for working to improve the old brick waterworks building at the Tashmoo Pond town land

Rachel Carson may have been wrong. I took my walk early Monday morning, the first day of spring, and it was anything but silent.

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Only occasionally have I done a task which serves me in the long run. Last fall, Marie and I (with the help of cousin Mark) put hay on all our raised beds.

By LYNNE IRONS

Only occasionally have I done a task which serves me in the long run. Last fall, Marie and I (with the help of cousin Mark) put hay on all our raised beds. We were determined to eliminate the need for rototilling this spring. On Sunday we fluffed the completely thawed soil and began planting. Luckily I also threw in some agricultural lime around midwinter. Hopefully, I’ll toss some North Country Organics Pro-Start fertilizer before too long.

I have been happily emptying my pantry and freezer of last season’s produce. The pepper and eggplant mixture has been a great addition to the winter’s tomato sauces.

I take a bit of a walk early in the morning. I always take the same route. Every day there is some tiny sign of impending spring.