|Last summer's tomatoes. Ink and colored pencil.|
Fun to plant seeds and water and wonder and hope things will sprout. Rejoice over the weather. Haul compost. Drag rain water. Fret over the weather. [When the package says 'full sun', I don't think it means full high-desert sun.] Pray to the Lord for some zucchini. That sort of thing.
It's been a long road...
The year we first put in our raised garden beds, and filled them with wonderful composted truckloads of dirty loveliness, when everything was ready, anticipating the seeds...
I laid down in the gravel landscaping, with my hands over my face.
"What in the world are you doing?" says my surprised husband.
And I say, "I'm going to fail! I'm so overwhelmed! What if I can't grow ANYTHING!?"
And he says, "Um... you haven't even tried yet?"
And I'm like, "What does that have to do with anything?"
|Me and Little Buddy in 2008. First Garden!|
But I digress.
There's nothing better than an early walk, with my mug of coffee, outside looking at the plants, counting the new tomatoes, squashing my arch-nemeses (squash bugs), and burning the breakfast eggs to a carmelized crisp as I was only going to be outside for a few minutes.
This year, my new challenge to tackle is sprouting seeds indoors. I have no place with good sun. Someone was thinking, when they built this house, about keeping too much sun out. Good for the air conditioning bills in the summer. Bad for seed sprouting. And honestly, for someone who loves to garden so much, you'd think I could sprout seeds inside!
|Seriously - It weighed over a pound!|
Time to get on it... need to get some of the best tasting heirloom 'Grandma Wolfe PA Super Sweet Tomatoes' planted!
[Let me know if you'd like some seeds!]