Sunday, March 15, 2009
There it is. Our whole garden. Right now, you can't tell the heirloom Romanesco broccoli from the Wild Rocket (arugula), the Siberian Red Kale from the Mesclun lettuces. It all looks pretty much like long-stem clover with only two leaves.
Honestly, I thought I'd killed the lot of it. All 250 would-be vegetables on our table. If they live. But the tiny seedlings proved more resilient than they look. Slowly, slowly, the delicate sprouts come up and begin to reach for the weak winter sun just outside the southern exposure window pane.
We planted all of these, the Kiddo and I, on her birthday. Even more reason to hope for them to thrive.
But if they do, where am I going to put 250 plants?
Ah, that's another problem for a much warmer spring day to come.