…or what’s happenin’ now?
The garden is officially in its hopeful chaos phase.
It all starts with packets and empty trays. Add gloves, labels, and a brand spanking-new spray bottle (Dollar Store gold) and I have made the small, but mighty kit of chaotically-hopeful beginnings. (The spray bottle is the hero. Seeds are needy!)
The soil plugs are filled. The waiting has begun. Germination is just suspense with dirt.
This year’s greenhouse is nursing Sweet Alyssum, Mini Mint, three kinds of peppers: King of the North, Ozark Giant, and Lemon Spice Jalapeño. (Yes, there is a pepper called Lemon Spice Jalapeño and, yes, I am very excited about it.) Of course, I’ve added four types of tomatoes for snacking and slicing.
Outside, the cold-hardy plants are already in the ground and beginning to sprout.
Fava beans are spreading under the teepee trellis, carrots are doing their thing, and the leeks are pushing up in thin, cheerful lines like reaching towards the Sun.
The drip lines are reconnected. The galvanized beds are waking up!
The greenhouse is visible from almost everywhere in the garden, a good reminder of what’s coming. It’s also a good place to go when I need to feel like things are under control. They’re not. But that’s fine. That’s what the gnomes tell me anyway.
