Yes, I know it’s mid-March and technically still winter, but seriously, how could I resist? The sun was shining, flowers are blooming, and temps are rising (albeit a bit too fast for my liking). The past 5 weeks have been a whirlwind of activity, none of which have included food-growing activities. I’ve yet to order this year’s seeds, my growing shelves remain empty, and the lights are still unplugged. I’m embracing this life change, but still I find it to be a bit unsettling. Not quite as much as the absence of winter, but unsettling none the less.
Tonight I was reunited with the feeling of freshly worked earth moving between my fingers. The sensation was intoxicating. As I sit here typing I’m drunk off of dirt. It’s a glorious feeling.
Typically, peas are sown on Paddy’s day, at least where I come from. This year I jumped the gun. Planting anything right now is a gamble; in Pennsylvania, it’s not unheard of to experience a severe snow storm late March through mid-April. Despite this year’s unseasonably warm winter, I’m banking on it being over… said the optimistic food-grower.
So, tonight I threw caution to the wind and planted two rows of peas and half a row of spinach. Should I lose them it’s okay, kind of. I will only be set back in time, which is now more precious than currency. My (most likely cross-pollinated) golden peas were saved from last year’s harvest, and the spinach seeds are from 2010.
This week’s goal is to get my brassicas and leeks under lights and order my remaining seeds. We’ll see how that goes! 🙂
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