So, I'm sitting here with my foot propped upon a pillow and Jorja on my lap. It's an old
sports high heel injury that just isn't cooperating. Torn tendon maybe? I dunno but my foot is swollen and it hurts. So, I'm sitting here with my foot propped upon a pillow and Jorja on my lap. I've trolled facebook so much that I have everyone's clever status updates memorized and tucked away for future use. I've watched all the Netflix movies I can stream to the computer --well,at least all that I can stand. (There are some really dumb movies out there.) I've read my copies of MaryJane's Farm and Country Living. Twice.
My thoughts are turning to gardening. I didn't have a garden last summer. I put up a lot of produce I bought at farm markets but this year, I'd like to grow some of my own too. I know I won't be able to grow enough to sustain my family for the winter but hopefully the zombie apocalypse will prove to be a rumor and if the world really does end with the Mayan calender then I won't need food for the winter anyway.
In the mail the other day I received the Baker Creek Heirloom Seed catalog and just yesterday I got a catalog from "The Oldest Seed House in America~Purveyors of Fine Seed Since 1784" also known as "D. Landreth Seed Company." Such beautiful photos of produce! Who knew a picture of a turnip could be so pretty?
So, in my mind today I'm planning a summer garden. I'd like to start some seed soon--but deciding which variety of what is proving to be more than challenging.