Yesterday I woke up at 2 am. Crazy, I know, but I had to pick Hulda up at 6:30 so we could catch the 7:20 ferry to Seattle for our segment on New Day Northwest and there was a lot to get done before we left.
And when I woke up, all I could think about were the heirloom tomato plants sitting in the greenhouse waiting to be planted. So what did I do? I planted 8 of them in the garden even though I know it’s totally too early to be planting tomatoes outside.
I love this time of year. And who’s to say tomatoes, beans and cucumbers need to all be planted on a particular day? What if this is the year we’ll have a perfect summer and it will pay off to get those plants and seeds into the ground a few weeks early?
I don’t know about you, but I can’t stand it anymore.
I going to get all my seeds in the ground this weekend.
All 52 million packets of them and hope for the best.