So, during the latest snocation day (Thursday), I completed my seed order for this year's garden. (With a very special thanks to Sue for inadvertently directing me to Dixondale Farms!) I will admit to a rather hysterical, it's-the-end-of-the-world-as-I-know-it kind of approach this year. I usually calmly sit down and map out my beds on my graph paper. Then I thoughtfully review last years goods/bads. Then I studiously pore through all the seed catalogs, conscientiously noting price differences and organic, heirloom, sustainable seeds. Right. Quite frankly, I have a large amount of leftover seeds (see photo below) which I should be using exclusively. But I am so fickle and superficial that I am easily swayed by pretty pictures....ding! drool! (Pavlov reference...)
|Notice large container of leftover|
Some changes - I'm switching to a pole variety for my green beans this year. After being painfully curled in an "C" shape trying to find ripe beans last year, I've decided that pole beans have just got to be better. Oh, and I also happened to get a nice pile o'bean seeds free from my pal in PA. The yeller beans will still be bush types, but they're easier to see. How's that for scientific gardening practices?
Only one type of winter squash this year. Blue Hubbard. They were the only squash that produced through the wilt last year. And since I am trying desperately to find a spot that is not tainted by the stuff, having only one type to plant makes more sense. (See? It's all science-based.)
I've switched my seed potato loyalty from Fedco (they still get all my vege seed business, such as it is) to Peaceful Valley. Even though I fear this is environmentally/carbonly incorrect, as Fedco is in Maine and PV is in California, the difference in the price for organic seed potato is amazing.
This is the Year of Elderberries. Or so I hope. I am trying to diversify my 'crops'.
I am going to build a little greenhouse for a longer season of greens. Especially because I am going to be growing five kinds of kale! (This is the danger of ordering seeds when you are sitting and staring at another foot of snow on top of the three feet that were there already.)
Yes, Thursday a foot of snow fell on 'my special spot', as I am wont to call it now. Less than three inches fell in the city. Sigh. It's not easy being geographically 'special'. Or should that be 'challenged'?
|Quit musing, lady, and open the damn door!|