The greenhouses are full, their potential at the peak of spring optimism. Now it’s time to get them out, get them to the folks who will nurture them in gardens and fields.
I planted potatoes today, and in keeping with my dad’s admonition that you should ‘plant potatoes with a jacket on,’ I pulled out the old hooded Carhart, against the sharp north wind and tilled my garden. Of course the adage about potatoes is meant to tell us to get them in early. That’s what I did today; as early as weather and soil would allow.