Around this time of year here in Wisconsin we start to get a little stir crazy for Spring to arrive.  A couple of weeks ago I hit my winter wall - I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed some spring and I needed it now.  I needed to feel dirt.  So I pushed some furniture around in our spare bedroom, hauled up the bag of potting soil, and broke out the stash of seeds.  That day our daughter Meg and I planted tomatoes, basil, parsley, potatoes, peppers, oregano and dill.  I couldn’t stop myself from planting seeds.  Well, our work has started to pay off.  There are a bunch of delicate little shoots coming up in the yogurt containers and egg cartons we used to start our seedlings.  I find myself in there several times a day just watching them grow - dreaming of when they are big enough to provide delicious meals for our table.  A taste of spring a little early.