2009's Seedlings
March is here. Almost. I’m dying to dig in the dirt and coddle chicks, poults, keets, and ducklings. Well, maybe ducklings. Unfortunately there is still a thick layer of snow on the garden beds and the howling winds we’ve been seeing are anything but young-bird friendly. Instead, I’m relegated to another month — at least — of dreaming, planning, and being antsy inside.
It’s time I didn’t need. We’re already ear deep in plans and dreams. Too many, if I’m honest. I know some will have to be pushed back to 2011, maybe even 2012, but I prefer to live in denial of that fact. Instead I sketch pen layouts and housing plans. I calculate costs for fencing and lumber. I scan craigslist for salvageable materials. I buy luffa gourd seeds from Etsy sellers and start them on my windowsill even though it’s probably too early and too cold. I just couldn’t justify running grow lights for seven seeds, but I also just couldn’t wait.
There are three months to go before our “danger of last frost” has passed. It seems like an eternity; one compounded by the fact that last year was a terrible one for harvest of both produce and poultry — and come to think of it, wild game as well.
I’m craving tomato sauce made of my; tomatoes, impatient for peas plucked fresh from the plant and shucked before they reach the house. This winter cannot be over soon enough; much like every winter before it.
