Yesterday, we filled and planted two raised beds — heirloom tomatoes and peppers, dill,
parsley, marigold plants and chard, spinach, lettuce and arugula seeds and cucumber seeds tucked into a corner. The main garden is already planted and even tasted: leeks, spring onions and lettuce. And in another week, our first share of CSA farm vegetables will arrive.
This year, I think I might have overdone it.
On a cold, dark night, one of the many of this long, bitter winter, I decided to pre-order plants for the garden. As the days warmed up and no box appeared, I began to think I might not have actually placed the order. It is like me to fill a cyber basket and then balk at the shipping charge, abandoning my spree. This notion solidified in my mind when a search through my emails failed to turn up a confirmation. So a few weekends ago, I went shopping for plants — Paul Robeson tomatoes (will they sing?) Thai dragon chiles (will they burn?). Last week, a box arrived — yes, with more plants. So if you need tomatoes, peppers, (as long as the critters are not too greedy) I’ll have them.
Looks like there is other bounty in store as well — tiny bunches of grapes already blanket
our arbor and the strawberries are beginning to ripen. Still early, but it sure feels like summer has arrived.