Today is that exciting day where I have purchased my packets of seeds and laid them all out on a card table. In my mind’s eye they are not dry, shriveled pods; but rather a bounteous harvest spilling over with cucumbers, tomatoes, broccoli, lettuces, sweet corn, etc.
Holding a packet of seeds, you hold the future. All the promise, all the toil and all the scrumptious enjoyment. I can almost taste the muskmelon, with the juices running down my chin, the sweet corn with butter and salt crunching row after row, and the tomatoes sliced on top of a freshly, grilled cheeseburger.
It all begins with a seed, some soil and some sun.
Here in Western New York, we don’t get to plant unprotected until the first of June most years. What are you planting and when?