
I have seventy plastic bags hanging on my back fence right now – lined up like quiet little experiments in patience.
Each one is a makeshift greenhouse – a gallon bag, filled with soil and seeds, snapped back together and left outside all winter to let nature do what it does. It’s called winter sowing, and the idea is beautifully simple: you plant in the cold, in the dark, in the season when nothing looks like it’s growing. And then you wait.
I started them in February. It’s April now, and most of them have germinated. Little green shoots pressing up through the soil, proof that something was happening even when I couldn’t see it.






