Finally. Note: those are cut-up vinyl miniblinds that I use as markers.
I think I have cooled my heels long enough and I have finally begun planting the warmth-loving seeds of tomatoes, peppers and eggplant. A couple of things made me hesitate. There’s laziness, surely; I can be a real slug on occasion. And then there’s the realization that I don’t really give a darn if I am the first in my neighborhood to harvest a tomato. My next-door neighbor always wins that prize anyway with his half-grown garden-center plants.
Nah. Instead, I am trying to make my seedlings happy by setting them into toasty-warm garden soil. I always rush to plant these things, and reliably, we’ll get a few chilly nights that causes me to run for covers for them. Straw- and blanket-strewn garden beds in early May? Maybe if I wait a couple of weeks, I needn’t do the mad dash.
But I wonder. Is this an instance of “with age comes wisdom”? Quelle horreur.