Dirt

I'm just itching to stick my fingers in the dirt. I can't wait to start gardening this year. It's been a long, hard winter; but spring has finally arrived and the s-n-o-w is melting.

It seems the whole city is out chopping the little ice dams that have built up in the gutters. There's plenty of water running in the streets (and none in the basement, so far.)

We're sorting out the seed box this week, so we can figure out what we want to buy. I don't think we need to buy, but we'll buy new stuff anyway - or trade seeds. That's always fun - trading seeds. And we're way into heirloom, so lots of our seeds are heirloom.

Hurry up dirt - warm up, we wanna stick our fingers in you

Blooming Radishes

I just love the moniker Blooming Radishes. I guess that comes from my love of great foods. I used raise produce to sell at a local farmers' market, and would start off the season with at least ten varieties of radishes. Some were heirlooms, around since the 1840's; others were local favorites - French breakfast, Easter egg, sparklers. Some Saturdays over 200 bunches would be sold in a couple hours. Nothing like fresh local produce - and radish sandwiches (good quality bread, fresh creamery butter, sliced radishes and a sprinkle of sea salt) - yummy!

Happy Earth Day. I remember the first one, has it been 38 years already, Gaylord?