All winter, I have looked out my window at the straw-like strands of "dead" herbs, a reminder of what my small and meager balcony garden had been, only last summer.
But, yesterday, while chatting on the phone with my awesome and amazing sister, I noticed a different texture to the ghosts of my oniony-salad enhancing chives past. There, amongst the tumble of overgrown stalks, was the beginning of green life. New chives! I exclaimed to myself. Unbelievable - how a plant can sense the hint of spring air.
Such events egged me to finally purchase the transplants I had been browsing at seed savers, an heirloom and organic company. I got myself the tomato sampler, purple viking potatoes, and Vermont cranberry beans. All to be shipped in late-April.
Oh, but that is just the beginning, my friends! Just the first phase of ordering for the garden of my dreams.