It is really happening. My days are spent outside tending gardens and lawn. I scratched four rows into the home garden this morning, two each for dill and cilantro. In a few weeks I’ll add the basil seedlings from the basement and maybe a few parsley seeds and call it good. A row of lettuce and the balance herbs. The stuff I want at hand.
Garlic is inching upward. Last years harvest was shared with my gardening partner. This year it is all mine. Hear moah-ahh-ahh and see a pantomime of hand washing here. How was that popularized as a symbol of sinister intent, by the way?
Even a clump of volunteer garlic that I tried to eradicate last fall is back in action. I am glad I wasn’t successful. The green garlic and oil sauce I made with the first pull of the stuff was heavenly.
Who really needs woven cucumber anyway? Simple pleasures, I say. Happy Friday to you. Must… make… espresso…