Every spring about this time, inspired by a hot sun and melting snow, I go out in search of sprouts – and every spring I’m disappointed. The ground is still too frozen. Inside, our vegetable sprouts are coming along nicely, but outside the best I can do are a few plants like this foxglove, shrunken and withered at the edges, but still green at the core. The pussytoes are a little tougher, but they’re more silvery now than green, and the mother-of-thyme looks as tough and happy as ever – only purple. I’m waiting for green.