May Your Seeds Be Ready and Your Fingernails Dirty

Cool air mingles with the sweet smell of dirt and I know that these are spring evenings. Everyone’s outside now, even little Ruthie toddling around like a wind up toy who, once put out the door, does not want to stop. She chases chickens and eats dirt and makes us all smile.

The other children have all planted their own fruit trees. Do be careful if you stop by; you will be asked if you’d like “to see my jujube/apple/pear/crab apple/fig”.

The boys finally planted the onions that languished in a bag until the cold snaps ended. They are looking much less anemic after a week, soil, and some rain.

The garlic looks well having overwintered in the pallet garden and food forest. Now that we plant things differently, sometimes in single rows but often in clusters with other plants, the finding of various food plants is both dizzying and exciting.

It is spring, here on our Texas homestead. Whenever it comes for you, may your seeds be ready and your fingernails dirty.