Garden planning is in full swing around here. I sorted all of my seeds and only ordered a few packets this year. My goal is to start saving seeds from my own garden and no longer needing to buy new seeds each year. I’ve learned I need heirloom seeds (you know, those seeds that were sewn into the hems of women’s dresses as they crossed the ocean to make their new home in the U.S. – the seeds that were passed down from generation to generation in the past…those kind of seeds). The majority of seed companies chemically treat their seeds to only produce one time thus necessitating a trip to the grocery store (saving seeds from their fruit and veg won’t work either) or buying another packet of seeds from the company next year. They are making sure they have business for next year – I get it. But…I have fallen in love with learning forgotten skills of generations past.
There’s just something about being able to go out into your yard and picking fresh fruit and veg for the meal you’re about to cook. I. love. it.
I’ve been tucking away yellow onion skins since about November for Pascha. I will not be caught buying dozens of onions this Holy Week in order to dye red Easter eggs. I’m ready.
Normally I’m crumbling our eggs over my garden beds most of the winter. Between Gabriel and the cold…it just didn’t happen this year. I sprinkled the first egg shells of the season over my garden beds yesterday.
Remnants of our harsh winter.
The boys emptied our compost bins yesterday into our garden beds. Next week – the chicken coop is getting it’s spring cleaning and the garden’s secret ingredient is getting mixed into it.
73 degrees and playing outside. Enough said.
I. Love. Garlic. It survived the -22 degrees this winter!!!
His first handful of earth being smooshed between his fingers. Yes, he did eat it. Yes, he did cry when I took it out of his mouth.
Pouring compost into the garden
My little botanist
Artemis Fowl. Her BFF and partner-in-crime is Sunny. We will NOT be sharing all of our strawberries with them this year! Well…at least that’s our intent anyway.
Niki just got home!