Now I understand the Mama's impatience about planting her vegetable garden. During her last several years, she was sowing seeds into the ground earlier each year. April, March, even February.
Some years, the Husband and I didn't even get the chance to turn over the ground and work in compost and bags of top soil, which meant she got less yield. On one hand that was okay because how much bittermelon can I eat, as no one else would. On the other hand, we had less squash, tomatoes, beans, and her Filipino vegetables to eat, requiring us to head over to the Marina farmer's market every so Sunday. Except for the traffic that was a fun outing for the three of us.
Supposedly I must wait until after the last frost to sow the flower seeds I gathered last year, along with that big packet of wildflower seeds I bought last Spring. Part of me says to put some in the ground now so that they can benefit from the rain the Farmer's Almanac says we'll be getting this month.
I've already begun to propagate rosemary and Marguerite daisy branches. The experts say this is not the time, but I've put some in a glass of water with half an aspirin anyway. Maybe roots will grow. I hope so. The rosemary bushes are about 20 years old and the daisies are probably 12 to 15 years old. They're getting sparse. I can simply purchase new plants, I know, but, it turns out I've inherited the mad horticulturist genes of the Mama.
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