Springing into new beginnings

The birds are getting frisky and so is our Meyer lemon plant. Soon, there will be many baby birds…and baby lemons. Well, the first is a certainty anyway, and I’m hoping for the latter as well. I do, however, feel a little promiscuous as I make like a pollinator every morning with a paintbrush (pollen, meet stigma).

See? Little baby lemons already (next to their older siblings).

Meanwhile, it’s still sort of winter. Last week, we had temps in the 20s F. But despite that, the Spousal Unit was able to harvest these gorgeous kale and collards from the greenhouse…

Beautiful, no?

By the way, the title of the post also alludes to some really exciting news which I can’t tell yet…because publishing. But I can’t wait to shout it to the world!

Green is life

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 cuties are situated beneath a big window

These other ones are on a warming mat and are therefore in the somewhat filthy utility room:

but no less cute…the right side
and the left side

Are you growing something for hope and food this year?