A Frenzy of Seeds

I put the kettle on this morning and took the remainder of yesterday’s artichokes (thanks, dear Karen!) out to the compost. We had rain yesterday, a late soaking rain that has perked the California poppies up along with everything else.

I’ve pretty much finished the fence around the garden to keep out jackrabbits and bunnies. (It will not work for squirrels and I’ll have to figure that one out; they apparently love tomatoes.)

I looked in, admiring the artichoke plants I’ve almost certainly planted too late in the season.

My heart sank.

There, in a puddle, were a bunch of seed packets. Wet. Well on their way to germination.

I tore open the packets and started spreading them, pell mell, on the moist good soil. Parsley. (Parsley is not a garnish for me, it’s its own food group.) Mesclun. Spring onions. Arugula. Yard-long beans. Sunflowers. Turned around to get a new packet; it was parsley. The parsley I had planted was, in fact, jalapeño chiles.

I am willing to be entertained by what happens in all this…