We are deep into the indecisiveness of spring here. One day it’s this:
And the next this:
It’s the warm sunny days that are dangerous. I do try to be rational, even in the face of 68-degree days, with sunshine bathing the new raspberry shoots, and daffodils and peach blossoms bursting forth. This year I managed to wait through two really major warm spells without planting a thing. And then my willpower crumbled.
Peppers, onions, broccoli, brussel sprouts, and even some flowers… Was it really a good idea to plant all those seeds? I don’t know. I do know that every time I spy another pale green curl of life, it makes me very happy.