Every day now is above freezing, every night below. Every day the ice melts, and every night it re-freezes. Watery fingers work their way into moist, doughy soil and expand as they freeze. When they melt, they open up space for more water, and air, and roots to grow. Their daily kneading doesn’t seem like much, but it’s enough to lift boulders and crack pavement every spring – enough to raise the soil under a warm spring sun. Like bread rising in a warm kitchen – can you smell it?