I can’t support weather terrorism anymore.
Last Friday, I made the call to tune-out after all sorts of ridiculous chat on the local news stations about The Storm of The Century that was going to just totally lay waste to The Tundra.
I mean, these days it’s all relative, really.
But I just can’t do it anymore. We’ve already had The Storm of The Century take a swipe at us like what, five times this year?
I mean, for one, it’s setting the bar a little low to call it The Storm of The Century when it’s only 2011. And really, can’t we just give the whole thing a rest? As far as I’m concerned, we’re starting to lose the fear factor.
So, yes, I was a little bit surprised when I woke up this morning and a good 2″ had covered up all of the craggy snow and ice bits that melting had managed to carve out this weekend.
Side Effect of Said Snow Melt: Sand. Dog poops. Cigarette Butts.
Spring, your beginnings are so magical and transcendent.
The only thing that this most recent snow brought me, was the reminder that NOTHING is happening outside to even remotely suggest that Spring could possibly be on the way.
And since that’s a totally logical train of thought, I realized that it’s time to start thinking about le jardin. Last year at this time, we had just started planting. If my memory serves me right, you need to set the whole seedling/sprouting contraption up while there’s still sunlight.
We have the seeds. We have the contraption.
I feel a weekend project coming on.
Our lessons from last year in-mind, I think it’s safe to say that we’ll be focusing the majority of our efforts on Basil, Tarragon and Oregano. They loved the sunny spot we gave them on our deck, and grew at a rate that could be best described as “alarming.”
Seriously. I didn’t know that plants (aside from Bamboo in those forests in China) could grow so quickly. It was quite the revelation.
I mean, it wasn’t terribly difficult to tell the Cilantro and the Parsley apart. But they didn’t grow quite as verdantly as the others, and they were quite impossible to separate when we did finally reach the point of wanting to eat them.
Harvesting should not be An Ordeal.
So for the 69 cents they cost at the grocery store, we’ll gladly roll over to Cub and pick up the fruits of someone else’s labors.
Do you plant an herb garden? What do you grow?