My strategic delay in planting this year looks brilliant given last week’s heavy spring snowfall. The wine I drank this weekend was in celebration of my gorgeous tomatoes, peppers, cabbage, kale, spinach, leeks, lettuces, chard, strawberries, melon, and a mix of florals to bring the bees; not the pity party so many of my fellow growers wallowed in as they assessed the damage to their crops. Sorry guys but second mouse gets the cheese.
I have to share with you the tremendous energy I have after planting. The mud, deep under my nails, gives my fingers satisfaction they can’t find hammering away on a keyboard. Like a walk in the woods, despite the physicality of it, I’m sitting on the porch, drinking a cold one, feeling recharged. Gardens give life. I get so excited just thinking about sautéing those greens. This is going to be a good summer.