Thinking about next gardening season: need more winners like this golden self-blanching celery
I am not sure what it is (the downseason that is winter? the after-Thanksgiving haze and post-feast fullness that is the refrigerator, reducing my need to cook down to zero? or is it just watching the snow fall?) but I am going through the seed catalogs already and making lists for next year.
I checked with the back catalog of posts I have made on the subject of seed catalogs. Having a long-running blog, it is quite true that I run over the same subjects again and again: my life is seasonal, as is the blog, is my excuse. But one thing I noticed is that it’s usually another month or more before I get bitten by the need to catalog my holdings and assess seed purchases.
Maybe I need another hobby? Then I remembered that a friend said the Mormons have rolled out another fabulous web portal in their arsenal of genealogical study. Okay, that should occupy me for a week or so, teasing out our own heirloom history.
No, no, no. I’m not going to think about seeds or look at catalogs until New Year’s. I’m just not. I need the month of December off, as it were, from gardening. Much as I love it, I need some down time. It’s been a more frantic than usual fall.
But do post on what your garden plans for next year are, El. I am looking forward to getting back into it all and checking out what other folks are doing.
I love genealogy also. I didn’t know about this site, so I Thank You!
The seed catalogs are arriving, but I am saving them for the first of the year.
I’m with you, El. I keep looking for the seed catalogs to arrive. Every year I get a little more involved in the garden, and now I’m ready to give more input into the seeds. Yesterday we even bought some tomato seeds at the nursery.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but, I was feeling mighty depressed today at the thought of the next 4 months or so of this same cold, snowy, overcast weather. I really miss my garden already. I’m even supending my kitchen scrap additions to the compost heap until next spring as it’s too hard for me to trudge out there in the snow. Maybe the seed catalogs could do the trick & snap me out of this funk, or will I have to seek out SSRIs??
Kate, I guess I agree with the downtime but again I get itchy to start doing something. Especially with having 4 whole days off! But I will blather on about this spring’s planting plans: there’s more afoot here on the farm so more sod needs to be busted and things grown heh heh heh
Linda, it is probably wise that you wait to do your shopping. I of course will too but last season is pretty fresh in my mind still…that and the fact that it was a great squash year without any effort on my part I now have new plans. But YES genealogy is a bit of a rabbit hole I fall down every winter. It’s quite fun but like anything it can overwhelm you quickly.
Yay Jeri! I think taking things on in manageable chunks is the best way to really get gardening. Going out and busting up a half acre is really the only way to fail, quickly, both in the garden and your own expectations: baby steps work best!
Laurene: Greenhouse. Cure for SAD and a whole bunch more things too. But seriously, have you considered vermicomposting? A sweater box full of worms and shredded newspapers (or bills and junk mail in our case) is a great way to get rid of a lot of kitchen scraps. Then their castings, somewhat diluted, make great seed-starting fodder and indoor plant food! Everyone wins!
Vermicomposting, eh? Interesting thought… But where do you keep this box of worms? I don’t think my family is going to go along with it sitting on the kitchen table! Seriously though, I’ll have to do some research & see what I can find out. BTW, doesn’t it smell??
Laurene, we keep ours in the basement under the washtub only because our kitchen is a tiny box. It won’t stink if you watch how much food you give them: they’ll go through more than you’d think. I’ve found that we need to break up big clumps of things (mashed potatoes, say) so they can eat it more easily. They do reproduce like mad if they have plenty to eat and bedding to shred.