Everything is growing well.
A bargain in a cold frame starts with that clear plastic storage box that cracked or lost its lid.
It's not about to be inducted into the Winter Storm Hall of fame. And it's not a hybrid monster freakout "caused by Climate Change" event. No, it's just a skim coat of white stuff over my freshly prepared garden beds.
Every year, I delude myself that this is the year that it will all be different. I become an eager recruit to the conceit that I will keep control of the weeds
For the time being, all but the most resistant of the snow piles have retreated into the darkest and coldest garden corners. This would be a happy prospect. But the rain that washed away the snow revealed all the poles, planks, pots, tools, and general debris left from last year's gardening.
I am looking forward to one of the most restful parts of my year. I've purchased my seeds, ordered some new native plants for the woodland area, and even gone ahead and planted the oregano and thyme for the kitchen garden. It all starts slow and gears
I couldn't wait any longer.
Last evening a friend sent me a message, "saving some of those tomato seeds for you." My mind rushed ahead to the beginning of March. Flats of seedlings under lights in the greenhouse and watching the garden beds reappear as the snow melts
I know that preferences vary regarding these little treasures.
The Obedient flower is an overlooked flower of boggy areas.