There’s something so
old school, about
growing your vegetables from
seed. It’s just this romantic nod to our
Grandpa, used to save his garden seeds from
harvest to harvest.
I don’t go that far but I do
turn our graceful pine island into a
potting table of sorts and start a few
seeds, inside. It’s a sunny but lukewarm day. I’ve
thrown open the doors of my
‘potting shed’ and I’m pretending it’s summer.
The reality is, I don’t have a ton of time. So, to
make it easy on myself, I love using these
little pellets of dirt to
start seeds. Just add water and they
puff up…then plant. It’s low on
mess and a high
return on your investment. I tuck the
dirt into little plastic sleeves and
wrap them in Italian News,
baker’s twine. A recycled
egg carton makes
a perfect, organic, holder.
This year, I’m going
French Cinderella Pumpkins and
beans. I’m also trying my hand at
carrots in a rainbow
of pretty colors and planting a happy
sunflower or two.
I couldn’t resist, including a few
Hubbards in my
pumpkin patch. It’s a sentimental
thing. Our now, teenage son, was the only
three-year-old, who new the difference between
a Cinderella, White Acorn squash and
Baby Blue Hubbard. Still does.
I love that our Pine Island is now home to
little blobs of earth…holding
precious cargo, filled with
possibility. The seeds will become
starts and eventually, make their way on the
big garden stage.
Our raised bed…
is waiting. I’ll keep you posted.
Have a great weekend,