I’ve been reminiscing about Valentine’s Day. You might think that I’m getting mushy and romantic, but I’m not. Valentine’s Day was a benchmark for me from an early age as the day when we had to have our peas planted. I got so sentimental that I looked up the old guidelines on Google. This is what I found.
Mother Earth News’s article on organic growing in a changing climate.
It makes a lot of sense, using natural guidelines to determine when the environment is right for planting. We planted cabbage and lettuce when the oak leaves were the size of a squirrel’s ear. The article is a little different than how I learned but close enough.
I don’t know why I torture myself this way every year. I don’t even have a garden anymore. Haven’t had one in years. But I still dream about what beautiful vegetables I could grow, how I should hurry and get them out.
Sigh.
