It is always ironic that as we see the first frosts of the fall and northwest winds bring snow flurries, we are beginning to plant the first flats of next spring’s greenhouse crop. In nature the seed heads of native plants are maturing and the seeds drop to the ground. We too, in the greenhouse must begin to drop seeds into the soil. We mimic nature in what we do in the greenhouse. The last warm days known as “Indian Summer” work on those seeds which have dropped to the cool moist ground and begin to break the dormancy of the seeds. It’s a process that lasts until the seed germinates in the next spring or summer. When one lives where the seasons are so distinct and bold as they are here on the northern plains, one also is compelled to experience a bold excitement and anticipation of each new season.