Welcome Spring: In Celebration of Kathy

The last time I sat in the kitchen with my friend, Kathy, I could see her trays of seedlings lined up under grow lights in the next room. Inch-high heirloom tomatoes and peppers, melons, herbs and who-knows-what-else held the promise of sun-warmed produce in the months ahead. I held my friend’s cold hands that day, rubbing her fingers …