I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
Sow True Seed, a open-pollinated/heirloom seed company (means you can replant harvested seeds without getting all cherry tomatoes) based in Asheville, NC told me (personally, via Facebook) that it is time to plant your peas when you see the first daffodils blooming. Now that is a tip I can use. I don't have to count backwards from the last frost date and multiply my birthday by my favorite color and divide by my college GPA. Just look for those nodding, yellow bells. That and the huge flock of robins I saw in my yard last week sent me running to the garden this weekend.
To be more accurate, I sent everyone else running to the garden while I sat on a yard quilt and dandled my sweet Ollie.
Shovels were flying as my dad, mom and husband wondered aloud why we have to double dig. The man and the hardware store used a tiller on his. I threw out some heady garden-y words like tilth and permaculture but finally settled on it just being gentler. We must be thankful for this earth we eat from and handle it as gently as we can. When we are digging a quarter acre, we can reassess.
What we planted today:
- Peas...54 seeds...54! Annabel LOVES peas but will not eat them from the grocery store. *happy sigh* I bought every variety.
- Carrots...I am trying "Little Fingers" this year...'cuz duh!
- Broccoli (under the soda bottles to ward off frost...will let you know if this works)
- Chard...Rainbow (so excited)
I know I have mentioned this, but I love this dirt.
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