The mosses bloom and oaks shed their leaves.

Chives will be our first harvest. We long for the greens our land will gift us.

Michael planted 900 onion sets today. He planted potatoes by April 15th as the soil complied by not being frozen. We will have frost tonight, but the earth will retain its heat.

The tomatoes I planted a week ago sprouted overnight. The peppers and eggplant have yet to show signs of life. My leeks need sunlight!

No matzo, but a different type of unleavened bread: corn tortillas. No lamb, but a different cloven hooved animal: venison. No bitter herbs, only spinach. Green and red chile from New Mexico, the land of my ancestors. It is a good day to remember how they abandoned the places of their births and slaved to make life better for their children. Salt to recall sweat, if not tears. So much to be thankful for. So much to celebrate.