I don't feel winter is truly over until I eat something grown in the garden. Last week, our first harvests came in--spinach, chives, mint, and lots and lots of radishes.
I can't take credit for any of it--I'm not the gardener around here. I didn't even plant the garlic--my domain--last fall. I used to love to garden, before I had land of my own, but nowadays I'd rather spend April, May, and June wandering in the woods looking for birds and wild plants. I haven't been able to motivate myself to want to work in the garden at all (Sunday I spent a few minutes weeding my sad little flower bed and the whole time I thought about how much I don't like to weed--which a bit too much like my 9-to-5 life--with added mosquitoes--for comfort).
Luckily, C loves to garden, and the minute the snow melted from our garden beds (and a considerable while before it had melted elsewhere), he put peas and radishes in the ground. They're well on their way to a fourth-of-July pea harvest.
And this year we're going to finally have tomatoes, after a couple of years of mishaps with the seedlings. I hope they don't succumb to blight. Do you know how to prevent that?
The spinach is coming along nicely, with lettuce and chard close behind. I've bought my last box of greens for the season. I forgot how much I love the meaty denseness of raw spinach leaves. I know some people say it's not good for you due to the levels of oxalic acid, but it tastes so good.
After the three days of rain we just had, things are going to grow even wilder out there.
How does your garden grow? And what's wrong with me that I don't care for gardening? Am I just lazy? And if so, am I the only one?