Frosty chervil in the garden this a.m.
St. Patrick’s Day is the traditional day around here to go out into the garden and plant one’s peas and potatoes. I took a tour of the garden this morning just to…I don’t know, pick a scab?…assess if I could actually plant anything out there in six days. I think the answer is “Nope.”
Granted, having a greenhouse takes the pressure off somewhat, as I am now able to satisfy my digging urge year-round. And then there are all those adorable little seedlings downstairs too; that is also “gardening.” But outside, really outside, in the garden itself? I’ve gotta sit on my hands a long time yet.