Is spring really here at last? To this gardener, it seems like it’s been a really long winter. . . although, in all fairness, I think I feel that way every spring. I usually start ordering my vegetable seeds in January–not so much because I need to order them early to make sure I get the varieties I want, and not even so much because I’m SO into vegetable gardening, but mostly I think because I can actually get seeds in the mail in February or March (as opposed to plants, which aren’t shipped until closer to planting time). It’s so exciting on the cold, dark days of winter to hold the seed packets in my hands and dream about beautiful striped Chioggia beets and gorgeous green Jade bush beans. After I received my fourth batch of seeds and was telling my husband about the potatoes yet to come (four varieties of course, because why go only part way when you can go overboard?), he said, “Do we actually even have ROOM for all of this?” And he has a point–I’m not sure that we do. But I don’t think it would have mattered to me at the time whether we did or didn’t. The descriptions in the catalogs were irresistable–Purple Dragon carrots, white baby pumpkins, and Princess la Ratte potatoes–I can just see them growing in their neat rows already. (Ok, maybe not exactly “neat”. . . my enthusiasm for gardening far outweighs my ability to be precise.)
And I do have proof that spring is coming, at long last–the 300 daffodil bulbs I planted last fall are starting to poke up out of the ground. I’ll have to try to stop greeting them every day when I get home from work. . . I think my neighbors think I’m strange.