We got the garden patch ready this week-end. Seems like every winter it sinks farther into the earth and we need to add more dirt to bring it up to sea level again. Don't know why that is, maybe as my Granny would've said, it's sinking to China. That's what she said if you dug a hole very deep or dialed a wrong number-you may reach China. In the days of my childhood China was light years away and unreachable. Funny how the world has shrunk in a few short decades. I could talk to China now in an instant if I took a hankering to it. And see the person I am talking to on a screen. In real time. And cheap. Wowser! Anyway, I digress. The garden plot has been shored up with new dirt and fresh manure from the horses who live next door to us. They kindly offered up the remnants of their long winter's feast. (They eat much more in the winter to stay warm and, thus, there is more waste product. If you know what I mean.)
In these northern parts we don't dare plant our gardens until the end of May because often we are stunned with a freezing spell just when we are lulled into believing that the sun is finally and truly on our side. So we begin our seeds inside and baby them until we can trust the elements to be kind and gentle with them.
These are Heirloom Tomatoes planted by my Auntie Ardy. Aren't they pretty? So fragile and delicate yet with firm stems and robust leaves that hold promise of bright red juicy tomatoes in a few months. I hope to keep them alive and thriving until they can be deposited into the waiting arms of Mother Earth.
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