Longer stories.
From seed to sauce, and everything in the middle.
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Read the storyThe goldfinches found the zinnias.
Three American goldfinches on the coneflowers this week. First of the season, and right on schedule.
The first water-bath of the season.
Strawberry jam, six half-pints, from the everbearing patch. The canner is out for the year.
The first strawberries.
Half a pint from the June-bearers, eaten warm off the plant. Enough to remember why we grow them.
Transplanting week, and everything at once.
The greenhouse is empty, the beds are full, and I have exactly three days before rain. The cold-season crops go in.
Pulling the mulch off the garlic.
The hardneck garlic went in October. Now the straw comes off — and there are already green tips waiting.
Brassica starts under the shop lights.
Six weeks before last frost, the broccoli and cabbage go in. Twelve trays, one shop light, and a routine that will run for eight weeks.
The seed order comes in.
A cold Saturday, a stack of catalogs, and the annual argument with myself about how many tomato varieties is too many.