It’s cold outside. BREAKING NEWS, I know. And I get that DC ain’t Massachusetts, nor Michigan, nor Manitoba. But the February temperatures here are, during many days and most nights, quite inhospitable to life. As in, my life! I’ve learned that lesson a lot recently, as I’ve worked on our new high tunnel, as I’ve managed our compost system, as I’ve jerry-rigged a winter watering setup. No matter how many layers I put on, the cold eventually seeps in, and the resulting shiver is deeper than you thought possible. My fingers are often blue and chapped. My sinuses are perma-congested.