|Bulbs coming while waiting for veg|
A friend once calligraphed a plaque for me with the words: Who plants a seed beneath the sod and waits to see believes in God. It’s lovely. Even so, I hate planting seeds. I don’t like it in the greenhouse and I like it even less in the garden. Part of it, I think is that I like to SEE the results of my labor, (which of course is the point the plaque is making about faith and delayed gratification). I get it. I just don’t like it. Except for the little sticks I sometimes use as markers for my garden’s uneven rows and grids, I can’t actually see the results of seeding. And I hate waiting to see – if the seeds are going to germinate and come up; if they do, what the germination rate will be; if I’m going to come out one morning and discover that the protective row cover I used to camouflage them has blown off and the critters have sheared whatever it was to the ground.
|Beans, spinach, lettuce seeds beneath row cover. Sorry rabbits!|
|Waiting for peas to get too big for rabbits|
Yet even though each stage from seed to table presents its own set of complications, once you put a few things in the ground that are actual plants, it’s like instant garden. You can see immediately the result of the labor. The last thing I did that day after planting seeds was to cover the beds with row cover. Then, feeling virtuous, as though I’d earned a little treat, I sat down outside with the dog, a book and a glass of wine to enjoy the lowering sun spilling across the yard. As I turned pages and drank in a beautiful evening, I felt happy. I hate planting seeds, but I love having planted. Now all I have to do is wait.