Other indications of spring are spring onions in every possible form. Here’re regular scallions, chives, and walking onions in a greenhouse bed. Since they coexist with Egg Season, we’ve been pairing a lot of them lately, because, really, who can resist cong you bing for breakfast? Not me!
I watched a fingernail moon hurdle the treeline as I was milking this morning. So strange, this weather…have we skipped a month? Did I miss it somehow? How else to explain the scent of hibiscus and daffodils and the sound of the nightjars’ calls. Surely it’s late April, not mid-March.
The kid about to unplant her first spuds last July
Traditionally, however, St. Patrick’s Day is pea- and potato-planting day ’round here. Many years I haven’t even been able to trench the frozen earth to accept peas (much less potatoes) but this year I wonder if the soil is already too warm for them. If “regular” weather returns the potatoes, though, can take more than a few frosts, if my consistent missed-spud harvesting every fall is an indication. Those volunteers are always my first spud harvests.
I am thankful to the slow slide into winter that we had last year: I was fully able to put the garden beds “to bed” for the winter (out with the old harvests and in with the thick mulch) so this spring’s planting is amazingly easy.
And I also realize that I am somehow always optimistic about the time I will have in the future to take on some project (either maintenance or new
hairshirt I mean farm task). Does this time ever materialize? Nope, never. It’s best to do whatever it is (fully dig out a weedy bed, fully repair that fence section) when it needs to be done…trust me here. Its effects can be cumulative if you put it off.