It feels like there is way too much going on in my life right now, and to be honest, I was totally planning to cop out on the veggie garden. Nevermind that it's smack-dab in the middle of the front yard, and people might notice a big blank muddy spot. Well, at least in summer it could well become a big blank dry spot. Right now it feels like the rain is never going to stop. So, I was thinking flowers. Snapdragons. Sunflowers. Zinnia. Cosmos. Love-in-a-mist. Happy, happy, joy, joy.
Then my oldest came home with a cabbage start the other day. And she gave me the big, sad puppy dogs eyes after I avoided planting it for a good solid week. So it begins. Now I'm thinking about peas again. Even thought we almost never eat them! Yet there is something so beautiful about pea tendrils, and how they climb. Planting in the spring is an act of faith. A sign of hope. Plus I have really high hopes for Heather's gardening endeavors this year. She needs to make that hot, humid Midwestern summer work for her!
As for us, maybe some peas and that cabbage. The rest will be flowers. And eggshells, to keep the danged slugs at bay.