Every year around this time, hubby starts the seedlings for another full year of gardening. It’s a season of hope and optimism for good harvests that we can eat and preserve (until voles, vine-borers and other vermin destroy that dream).
This year, with so much fear and uncertainty in the air (not making a joke here), starting seedlings is even more important as an act of defiant hope and self-preservation.
So here is what we’ve started so far…
These other ones are on a warming mat and are therefore in the somewhat filthy utility room:
Are you growing something for hope and food this year?