Asparagus stalks in their mulched bed
I had a coworker who’d routinely take his lunch at the late hour of 1:30pm. In our 8-5 worklives, he claimed his return to his desk made 5:00 seem so much sooner.
It’s January 2nd, and somehow winter’s delay does NOT make it seem that spring is near.
Nope. Not yet. I saw forsythia blooming over the weekend. This is so weird. But I’m still not complaining.
December is too early (for me) to look at seed catalogs, but Janaury is not.
We are moving along. We’ve passed the solstice. The days ARE growing longer now.
My attitude is this: any day where my mustache is not crispy is a GOOD day.
Soon, it will be time to sow the digitalis and delphinium… those 30 days germinators that drive me crazy.
But I won’t rush the gate like I do every year with lettuce. I think I’ll sow lettuce an hour or two before I plan to harvest it.
However, my bulbs are up. So, they’ll get creamed.
Okay, you had me at Fedco. Then you added “cucina povera.” You’re on my roll.
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I agree. It just seems like we’re in some weird kind of limbo right now. Usually, in early January we’ll have some kind of decent snowfall, but from the forecasts, it’s not looking like that will happen. Yes, in a screwed up kind of way, I need a blizzard before I can start expecting spring. As far as my internal seasonal clock is concerned, we’re not even in winter yet.