We started seeds about 2 weeks ago according to the signs. Some folks may be naysayers but it seems to work (as do rain dances and adding a little eye of newt to the watering can…don’t be a doubter!). Anyhow, we found a bunch of sprouts this weekend for just about everything we planted. This first pass, we were heavy on tomatoes and cabbage though there is more to come! I know most gardeners feel incredible excitement at the sight of seeds pushing through the dirt, but it can’t possibly compare to how excited I am this year.
Winter is always a real drag for me so any signs of spring brighten my days and make me do a little garden dance…well really, a big barefoot, hobbit-feet-in-the-dirt garden dance. Ok, picture this…me..barefoot, hollering and bounding through the dirt, rolling in the compost pile, gliding over the newly furrowed lines in the garden…yeah, that’s me! Actually, come to think of it, the garden dance is not unlike the dance I do when I get a bee in my beesuit…but that’s a different dance altogether really.
Emily’s granddad always gets the itch pretty early too so we set seeds just as soon as we possibly can…but according to the signs. He nurses the sprouts every day and talks to them. We all sort of check on them as much as possible, but these sprouts are his babies.
It’s a delight to watch him as he hums a tune or looks at the soil, trying to will the first head to pop through the soil. We’ve all got the garden bug, thanks in great part to him. Once the sprouts get in the ground, the tough work begins, and Emily and I love to rise to the occasion…but we always think of the simple joy of starting seds in the spring
Oh yeah…and for all of the doubters…here’s proof of spring in the South!