Saturday before last was the first day it felt like spring. It was luscious. We ate lunch outside and gardened!
We’ve picked up little seed packets, daydreaming about suppers of yellow squash sautéed in a black skillet with onion and butter, grilled eggplant, fresh tomato sauce.
We planted seeds.
We made a chart of what we planted where.
That was my idea; Jeffrey surely knows that I could never tell by looking at a plant what it was. If bright red round things were hanging from it, I could probably surmise it’s a tomato plant but that’d be the only way I’d know.
We planted lettuce – romaine and butter – for the first time.
I am extraordinarily excited about it. The picture of the butter lettuce on the seed packet looks enticing. I cannot wait to make a salad from it.
Look at how the seeds have sprouted and grown. In one week!
I find that amazing. I marvel at it each time I see the little sprouts.
In the next week or two, we’ll rent a tiller and start readying the garden patch. We’re going to have two this year; a main one for right now and a smaller one (the narrow one from last year) where we’ll put in the second crop a little later in the spring.
I have two kinds of pumpkin seeds to plant, both sent to me special from Oregon.
I’m itching to get started right at this red hot minute but Jeffrey cautions me that if we plant too early we’ll be sorry. I’m sure he’s right.
My very own romaine! Imagine!