Spring has sprung. Maybe not by the calendar, but there are signs. Tiny signs. Portents of things to come.
Broccoli, starting.
A cuke (Beth Alpha), trying to unfold.
I have a quarter flat started with sungold tomatoes, and the rest with other tomatoes, peppers, other cukes, and so on and on and on. I’m hoping that this week we’ll be able to get the mixes going and get some other frames in place. People like to remind us that it’s only February, and to that I say: it’s spring. Must be. Has to be.
