|Just a few from my hoard|
husband wanted and I come staggering back out to the car with a stack of books all about gardens. I now have a collection of seed packs that rivals my son's collection of baseball cards (his collection took years to build up, mine just a few weeks) and I have already begun preparing for winter by thinking that perhaps $25,000 for a beautiful year round glass greenhouse might actually be a good idea (note: I don't have anywhere near that much money to spend on anything). Maybe this is what finally getting to see a real spring time after 23 years in Alaska will do to you. Maybe the fact that I now appreciate flowers and plants and find them interesting is because for the first time in my life I actually HAVE a garden to do anything WITH vegetables and flowers. Or. maybe I have actually matured into my second calling in life since my first calling, teaching school, turned out to be mostly unsatisfying due to the fact that modern US schools have become test taking mills.
|Our potting shed is now my favorite room|
|The latest raft or newly planted seeds. There's a whole fleet inside near the windows being nurtured for replanting when we can be sure that Jack Frost has indeed pulled up stakes and left town.|
|Jenny went with me into our tool shed with me, and there she fell under the spell of the lid from a five gallon bucket. . .|
. . . walked off with it
. . .and carried it around the rest of the morning (here along the out edge of our vegetable garden and its deer fencing). It's he greatest treasure ever, just ask her. She will let you look at it, but she wont let you have it, or even touch it. She knows you're just jealous. Maybe we've all gone a little nuts.