Whether you come to the party late or early, the point is all are welcomed. I expect that my teenage son will drift away from the pleasures of the garden until he sows his wild oats of another sort. But given that he refuses to use dried herbs on his homemade pizzas and can find basil and oregano in the dark and that he wants a tomato/cucumber salad every night in the summertime, I expect he’ll plant his own garden one day.

I think one of the greatest gifts we can give is the idea of what a garden can add to your life.

Robin at Bumbebee

Libby, those farmer’s markets are such a great back-up. Ours here opens very soon, and I can’t wait. So glad you’re carrying on your grandmother’s legacy!

Jean Ann, wow — that’s really great about the partnership with the restaurant. How long have you had that in place?

Diatryma, thanks for your thoughtful comment — as you can probably tell from all my whining over the winter, I could have used a little spring cope. I didn’t actually start any seeds indoors this year, but one of these years, when I have the appropriate window in which to do it, I’m going to make that happen.

*I can cope with winter because it’s bright and has skiing, and I feel tough walking to work in the cold. I really like spring because it has lovely weather and plants. When my brain has decided it’s spring but the outside is still mostly winter, I get really, really fragile– all the stuff that lets me cope with winter is gone, and none of what makes spring good is here yet.