Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Greenhouse report - dirt under my nails and I'm good with that
I know I'm not alone in my fingers getting twitchy to dig in the dirt come this time of year. One trip to a local garden center on any Saturday in April can confirm this. I think it has as much to do with the feeling of being pent up inside all winter long as it does with making something from nothing. Dirt and seeds. Sunlight and water. It's magic really.
I've got tomatoes and peppers and loads of flower seedlings. Everyday I walk into the greenhouse and stop, study, couch down to look closer, count, compare, pick, water, and marvel. I really do marvel. There is a smell. An earthy, pure, warm smell that I suck in all the way to my toes and hold it there and marvel.
My youngest might have caught the bug too. There are eight trays with at least 36 little spots in each tray recently prepared with various herb seeds. She's going sell them at the farmer's market. Once soccer is over of course.
Labels: gardening or greenhouse