As if living in the arctic wasn’t hard enough (with all the layering, shoveling, windshield scraping, car warming, and high heating bills), but the wait time between the first snowfall and the last frost when I can finally plant my garden again is forever. Forever, I tell you.
Then it happens. It’s finally June (yes, June) and I can get going on my herbs, strawberries, peppers, and beloved tomatoes. Of course, it’s absolute torture for me to wait (I’m not the most patient person, ehem) until I actually have fruit.
After the plants have been introduced to their new dirt home, I go outside every single day. Inspecting, watching, waiting. More waiting.
Then I see the flowers. Progress at last!
The excitment holds me off for a day or two. Then I get nutty obssesive again. Where’s the fruit already!?
There you are.
But, when are you going to turn red? A burning question from Haley, and myself. I have sauces that want you, salsas that need you, and salads that wouldn’t be right without you.
I guess I’ll check on you tomorrow.