Waiting for Spring

So as I type this, another foot of snow has fallen, and our garden looks like this:

Quite a contrast from the height of summer:

Ok, so admittedly the watermelons were grown out back, not in the fenced in area above, but whatever.  I just wanted to have something green and lush for that photo.  Artistic license, folks!

There is reason to have hope, however – the first batch of seedlings are up:

The ones in front are onions, and in the back under the cover to the left are geraniums, and to the right are peppers and eggplants.  Allegedly.  Once again I have been remiss in assisting with the seed starting, although this year we will be trying a new technique and transplanting to regular potting soil before final planting in hte gardens and window boxes, so I am on the hook for that.  Perhaps.

At this time last year we were enjoying weather in the 70s, and we were out on the deck to wash out the seed trays, not shovel it off.  Ah, weather in New England.  At this rate we are hoping to plant before 4th of July!

February is the Longest Month…..

The seeds arrived two days after we placed the order.  We received a padded envelope, not a box, which was disappointing, but the potatoes have not yet arrived, so we remain hopeful that there might be a box in our future.  It remains emblematic of how we overdo it with the gardens.

Currently all we are doing is scheming about a new raised bed, and waiting.  Planting usually starts around the first week of March.  I might push up the flower schedule into February a little bit, just because I am impatient and I want overflowing flower boxes closer to Memorial Day this weekend.  While we wait for anything to get started (in our seed trays or on this blog) I leave you with an amusing quote I came across:

“Long experience has taught me that people who do not like geraniums have something morally unsound about them. Sooner or later you will find them out; you will discover that they drink, or steal books, or speak sharply to cats. Never trust a man or a woman who is not passionately devoted to geraniums.” – Beverly Nichols, Merry Hall