Snowing. On my tomatoes. Bah.
Thanks to Mike for braving the elements and covering up the vegetables while I worked out of the house this afternoon. Sure am glad I have not yet planted strawberries in the fantastic new strawberry pot I bought on Friday.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Spring has sprung all over, and I adore it. This is by far my favorite time of year. I could wax lyrical on it all day, but I'm certain there are plenty of bloggers out there doing the same. You know, stuff like, "...when the drowsy earth shuffles off the mantle of frost and awakens to a new year...." or "daisies pied and violets blue..." and there's some nonsense about a month coming in like a lion and leaving like a lamb. Or something.
The above is hard proof that I am not Martha Stewart. She would firmly state that I am cheating out the wazoo by purchasing almost fully-grown plants, but to that I say nay nay. It's tax season, folks. If I were to attempt seedlings when this busy, I'd end up with tiny pots of dirt all over the utility room. That's not to say I've never done it before and won't do it again, but this year, I took the easy route. Sue me. The tomatoes will still taste just as good.
Once I set out to get dirty, I noticed this little guy in a pot of leftover dirt from last year. Mike would call it a weed. I call it a sweetheart shamrock. Fitting that this Irish lass would find them all over the yard.
Monday, March 8, 2010
I didn't realize how busy we would be this spring! Thank you for keeping up with me and bearing with the current dearth of posts. I promise you'll be sick of me come May.