According to the Farmer’s Almanac, yesterday and today are the opportune moments to plant root crops. My potatoes aren’t here yet, but plenty of seed packets awaited. Carrots, parsnips, radishes, beets, onions, and cloves of garlic were pressed gently into a half inch ravine of roughed up soil and soft, organic garden soil covered the precious seeds.
The most beautiful invention in all the world might be pelleted seeds. My, how lovely, how easy, to finger each clay pellet holding a single seed and place them precisely one and a half inches apart (give or take a millimeter).
But some of the seeds don’t have such a luxury. Tiny fragments of what will become food threaten to fall out of my hand in great clumps due to my impatience. I have found that later in the season I will never thin plants. I start looking at the great plants all together and wonder in which direction do I start? Which plants are doomed? How long will this take me? And I leave them, only to harvest micro thin carrots and nonexistent beets come fall. So, I must pick my patience. This year, I chose to have the eternally sought over virtue during planting. I listened to a lecture on my headphones and carefully knelt over the ravines. One seed. One-ish inch. One seed. All the way down the rows. And, oh how I rejoiced in this! I am one step closer to inner peace and I will not have to thin plants this year. Placing the seeds one by one in their distinct rows and spacing was not as hard as it seemed.
The yard has been separated into Italy, China, England, Ireland, and the Americas. Ireland is in rainbows with enough room for a mower. It’s all shaping up rather beautifully. This climate! However did this enchanted city escape my search when looking for the perfect place to live and farm?