Andie’s cat Kitty is a feral pussycat who marched into Andie’s house and demanded food and lodging. Kitty is a lovely old girl who loves nothing more than lying on a mossy spot in the garden on a sunny day. I love her placid company while I’m trying to see what’s going on in the garden.
Our weather is full of invigorating crazy. Yesterday and today, the temp beat 90 degrees. Tomorrow, we expect no more than the early sixties. Not only don’t I know how to dress, I’m not sure I want to.
That’s five bales of straw between friends.
Clockwise from top right: herbs and potato, bakchoi, brussels sprouts, carrot and parsnip, carrot and celery, kale, carrot and rapini, chard. It’s like looking at baby pictures: you see the resemblance, but wonder what #^)#^@^_@^ happened.
After last year, I opened the old bags and added the soil to the solarizing beds. This year, I started fresh again. These bags are planted with lettuce, spinach, tarragon and other herbs, but I didn’t label because I like surprises. Speaking of surprises, in my area, people plant after Mothers Day, so we can all be surprised my garden’s sprouting so cheerfully.
Poor Impulse Control 