I’d been anticipating this past weekend all week long. As I said in Sunday’s Green Thumb post, I spent a few days last week in Grand Junction, Colorado, which is not known for having particularly stable weather, but the weather it gets blows through at record speed, bringing sun for ten minutes, then hard rain for another five, then sun again.
But steady rain fell on Iowa City when I arrived home on Wednesday afternoon, and the only sign of a let-up was in the forecast: sun and warm temperatures starting on Saturday, for sure. Finally…it was time to garden.
“Where are we going to plant all of these?” I asked, spreading the packets across our kitchen table. “They’re never going to fit out there.”
Steve shook his head and started washing the brunch dishes. “That one’s all you,” he said. “I might have encouraged the bulb buying, but you’re the one who couldn’t stop buying seeds.”