I am relishing the sunny (and even rainy) days of spring. This is the first spring I have had a real backyard since I was a kid. Eager plans were formed quickly in the early days of spring for an abundant garden full of heirloom and rare varietals. I poured over seed catelogues from Urban Harvest and Matchbox Garden & Seed Co. With varietal names like Cosmonaut Volkov Tomato, Mountain Princess, Mrs. Bot’s Italian Giant, Perfection Fennel, how could I not be excited? But, as we all know, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I bought dozens of lovely seed packages with exotic names and did not start my seeds indoors early enough to use most of them this year. Alas, next year, next year.
Although my garden is not an heirloom vegetable utopia, I am pleased as punch (yes, as punch) with what is going on in my backyard. I sowed some of my fancy seeds and bought seedlings from various non-fancy locations and a few designer tomato plants from local farmers markets. One thing I have learned about myself in this process is that I am OBSESSED with gardening and the miracle of plant life. Planting lemon cucumber or romano red flamed bush bean seeds and watching them erupt from the ground is incredible. Oh, nature. You amaze me.