Seeds

Rain was expected today, but although it did get cloudy, no rain came, and there were periods of sun.

First thing this morning, I laid out the grid pattern of one-foot squares. Then later today I planted some of the squares. Along the back row, which is the sunniest and for which I hope to construct a trellis, I planted Satsuki Madori Cucumbers and Black Seeded Blue Lake Snap Pole Beans. There is one empty square next to the tomato plant.

Next row, with one empty square left: Beurre de Roquencourt Wax Bush Beans; Red Core Chantenay Carrots; and Ruby Swiss Chard.

Next row, with two empty squares left: Tom Thumb Lettuce and French Breakfast Radishes.

Last row (most shaded from fence shadow), with three empty squares left: Ruby Swiss Chard.


I'm feeling very doubtful that I did anything right! But I'm trying to give myself a lot of slack. It seems overwhelming to keep everything you're supposed to do, in what order, straight. But I'm already thinking next year I'll know how to plan and think ahead better.

In the midst of my uncertainty—as I held the seeds wondering if I planted them too deep or too early or in not the right spot or without soaking some of them or without soaking them long enough—I was thinking what a gift seeds, and the food they produce, are.

Wandering around the Farmer's Market this morning was sheer delight as I looked at all the beautiful produce heaped on tables and thought of my little square-foot soil patches and how, maybe, someday, they might grow vegetables, too.

Above all, I was grateful that I was able to buy fresh oranges and cabbage and chard and radishes and speckled lima beans while waiting for my seeds to sprout, yet appreciating the food that much more.