It's in the 60s outside this weekend. I sat outside in short sleeves, reading a book and listening to music, and didn't freeze. The kids played outside for hours. And when I walked around the house, I felt a tug. And I knew... it was time to plant.
Obviously the weather isn't going to stay warm. But I knew when we moved in that I wanted to have a healing/herb garden this spring. I still haven't worked out how I'm going to have a vegetable garden since our back yard is so steeply sloped (I suspect I'll have to do some terracing and don't want to try to figure that one out/spend the cash to do it yet), but I can do herbs. I planned out the garden spaces, ordered the seeds, and really hadn't planned to plant quite yet. Still, yesterday I realized that if it takes a couple months for the plants to germinate and get big enough for transplanting, it's probably time. Technically they say that April 1-15 is our planting time for outdoor plants, but I have a feeling that March will be better. I go with my instincts when it comes to gardening, and in this drought and with the hot, hot summers we've had the last two years, I think earlier is better if I want any sort of yield.
So I planted the seeds, and now I wait.
The container on the left holds my aloe plants. My poor, poor aloe plants have been through the wringer. Originally I had a dozen little plants in that container, but the cat has dumped them out of various window ledges a couple of times. I'm amazed that I still have two, and I'm hopeful that they will continue to grow. If not, I guess I start over.
It may be January, and we could have snow again before all is said and done, but spring isn't too far away. It'll be here before I know it!