I’ve come to like this time of year. Sure; it’s spring and there’s much to love in terms of all the natural and botanical shows going on…the weather is fine, the breezes ruffle the curtains and the mosquitoes are not yet out. Why in world would I ever have a problem with spring, then?
I think you know the answer: it’s called PlantItNowItis.
With the Mother’s Day holiday looming, most northern gardeners have task lists as long as their arms, and they’re plenty frazzled. (Everyone not in the north: Mother’s Day is the unofficial/official Start Gardening day.) How many times have YOU lost your planting shovel this year? (Me: twice.) But I am somehow less flappable, more sanguine about spring. I can pick and choose my tasks, with some being of course more front-burner than back-. What’s my secret? The season extension offered by the greenhouses, of course. It’s taken away a lot of my seasonal panic by giving me, frankly, a longer growing season.
(people! remember, I am a greenhouse/hoophouse evangelist, so…buy my snake oil or not as you see fit!)
Anyway, I have had time to attend to other things, like cleaning OUT the greenhouses of their winter contents and general tidying-up…all tasks that have eluded me on previous May 5ths.
And no tomato hornworms this year, I swear, nor any cabbage butterflies! (One makes such oaths and it becomes more realistic if one installs netting, you see, as the holes are too big for the adult moths to fly in and lay their eggs on my precious ‘maters and broccoli.)
It’s these little things, and taking (finding, making) time to do them, that make me most grateful. If I find I have time, then what better place to spend it than puttering around the gardens with my family? Thanks, greenhouses, for adding to our quality of life as well as our diet.