Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I Think . . . .

it might be spring at my house--finally. But, shhh don't say anything, I wouldn't want to jinx it and send spring scampering away with Mr. Frosty Winter taking its place.

I love this kind of weather. I love the warm, but not hot, sunshine and the breeze that still has a little bite in it, but not enough to make it cold.

We planted our garden seeds last night in these little peat pods. I'm not much of a gardener, actually I have a black thumb, but we'll see if these little doodads work or not. We have a shorter growing season here in CO--not quite enough time to get so many tomatoes I get sick of them. We usually get enough tomatoes to whet our appetites for garden produce and then it freezes. Or the goats eat them. Or the dog digs them up.

I'm so looking forward to warm weather after a long and cold winter. I can almost taste fresh tomatoes . . . almost.

1 comment:

COOLWHIP said...

To me, there is nothing better than a garden tomato. Nothing brings me more joy than a basement full of home canned... anything. SInce we are having a baby in Sept, I asked my mom if she would come help put up bottles, and she said, "can't you just skip a year?" I almost passed out. We bought this house because of it's garden space, the rest is just a place to lay our heads. Now, if we could just get rid of those darn gophers.