200 year-old house on 25 rocky acres in high country upstate NY and SO many highbush blueberries!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Chives in the heavy morning dew.
The last frost is something that you track in the rear view mirror. You don't know when it's going to happen until afterwards. After a warm April and a cold, snowy snap at the beginning and middle of May that had me shivering and the apple blossoms dying, I think the last frost is passed.
I took a chance over the weekend and planted basil and tomatoes in the raised beds, and transplanted more basil into cups. I think next year I won't nurse as many plants from seed. It makes sense for varieties that I can't buy at the store, or heirlooms. But I'm a total beginner at this - it will be a few years before I attempt heirloom stuff. Until then, $3.48 for 3 basil plants is cheaper than the amount of time I've spent on these babies. Oh, I understand that they will taste out-of-this-world, but still, I have to ration things that suck time, and started plants will likely still taste out-of-this-world!
When I have the goat business running (and who knows how many years away that will be), I won't be home to take care of chickens or needy plants. I'll be camping with goats in weedy places. Chickens will be in the freezer and the garden will be a weedy mess. I drove to work this morning envying (as I always have) the ruddy-faced, healthy-looking construction and landscaping dudes driving big pickup trucks, because they get to work outside. But this morning, I caught myself mid-envy and thought, "just be patient. Soon enough you'll be outside, too. Then, you'll fully appreciate the sacrifice of driving to work in a suit, windows closed, hair perfectly coiffed. Be patient. You're doing what you can."