Confession: I haven’t started seeds yet.
As a wannabe farmer, I’m quite ticked with myself over that. I let life get in the way as a general rule around here, but that shit shouldn’t fly in the Spring. Yes, my work can run long, but it doesn’t have to take all day, and that’s the big hurdle I’m addressing this week. They bumped up my quota, which is lovely for the paychecks, but means time management is a must. My weekends have been BUSY, and my weeks are busy, and stuff falls through the cracks so easily.
So Thursday is payday, and I swear the first thing I’m doing is a) going to the bank to pull cash to repay a debt that never should’ve happened, and b) running to Reems Creek Nursery for seed starting soil. Les is itching to start his herbs, I’m itching to start my own, and the 2nd bedroom is going to be taken over with trays, egg cartons, desk lamps, and electric blankets.
Side note: the apartment never got inspected. Not a word. I have a couple of containers out front right now, and our porch furniture, and it must be OK, because I’m pretty sure the contractor whose job it is to keep an eye on the place drives through every week or so, and we’ve had nary a knock at the door. I’m taking it as a good sign, and it’ll only look better once stuff starts greening up out there. But it’s also still tenuous, and I’m so motivated to improve our sitch. Just no clue how I’m going to accomplish that in 7 months. Why 7 months? Because our lease goes til end of November.
So I’m working hard at getting my quotas done, and it’s been a surprisingly successful week so far…like, I actually have time in the evenings to read lately or watch a TV show without one eye on the laptop.
I think we’re finally into Spring proper around here. I say that with one eye on the Weather Channel, keeping track of the lows at night, but it’s only been dipping into the 40s this week and another week or so, I should be able to put up the row cover for the season. As my photos show, we do have potatoes starting out there, and they’re flourishing for the most part, which is hilarious since it’s our first attempt at just cutting up an sprouting spud and tossing it into the dirt. I also bought some Yukon Gold seed starts at the fair, which will go into the ground/containers this weekend. And I’ll take an inventory of the containers and stock up, since it’s payday weekend. I hate working with containers, but there’s no way I’m risking raised beds after the landlord’s memo.
I’m able to really watch Spring this year. I was so dang delighted at just being back in real seasons last year (still am!!!), I didn’t have a chance to really study it. This year, I’m doing that, noticing stuff, like how Winter ran so late, the big trees are slower to leaf out (the oaks, black walnuts, and the like). The mountains still have a colorless look to them, even as the smaller trees (like the above crabapple) are showing their color. I keep telling myself in another month, it’ll be a different story, but we’ve been bare for just long enough that I’m skeptical of the former statement, so I’m looking forward to my own surprise as Nature shakes out her skirts and starts getting showy.
A final note: as a pagan, I felt quite left out for not celebrating Easter this year. Facebook exploded with people’s pictures of their cute kids in their Easter clothes, dying eggs, hunting for eggs, and exploring the Easter bunny’s loot. It’s not just because I’m childless that I felt left out; it was an inability to see beyond the Christianity of the holiday.
Amanda’s blog is finally back up (not her fault…Typepad got hacked hard), and her latest post includes shots from their Eastover celebration with friends and neighbors at Broadturn Farm. The minute I saw the name of the party, my closed mind opened back up, and I remembered that JC and company aren’t the only game in town. What a lovely way to celebrate the holiday!