Gil slaving away in the corner of our cabin. Notice the 5 gallon jugs
of water, the crib (which Sam used only once) and other regular home
stuff which sacrificed for the sprouts. This was December and we were
living with wood heat, no running water and solar electricity. We
greened the sprouts by moving them into the rare panels of light that
passed through the cabin's few windows. This is proof of the saying
"Where there is a will, there is a way" or maybe its a testament to our
insanity =:->