The work that I started last month continued in earnest today. Leaden skies and mushy snow aside, it’s planting time for me. Onions and celery, at least. In fact, I’m about half a week behind my planned schedule. But a visit to NH for some celebrating was worth the seed starting delay.
L4 and I prepared the seed soil this afternoon, and I pulled out the last of the 2009 onion harvest so that she and I both could marvel at how these tiny black specks could become something so very different in their maturity and something so good in so many of our meals, too.
This rhythm of planting, tending, harvesting, and eating is comforting to me. Admittedly it isn’t always peaceful–there are worries over lack of germination, dampening off, temperatures, too much rain, too little rain, critters wreaking havoc in the carefully tended beds… the list could go on and on. The point is that even with the knowledge that gardening is not perfect bliss, I keep at it. It is intensely satisfying, connecting, grounding.
How are your garden plans going? Or are you beginning to harvest where you live? What are you excited about for the upcoming season?