At the Starting Gate

The problem with growing season is that it takes its own sweet time. I’m ready.  Ooh am I ready. I’m sick of apples, carrots, turnips, even potatoes and all that heavy winter stuff that you can sauce up only so many ways before it gets really old.

My garden is hitting that tipping point where I’m ready for something fresh – problem is, all those tomatoes, peppers, basil, lettuce – are about an inch high in tiny seed pots on the dining room sill (it’s a big sill).

The barometer though is the raspberries. The leaves are starting and as of Sunday afternoon, the stalks are all cut back and the ground cleared of all the winter leftovers. Raspberries right around the corner?

Hah.

Try July and a second batch in late September. We got a loooong way (and a lot of weeds) to go. And I put the snow shovels away — big mistake maybe?