Lettuces...at last!

My life doesn't suck.

Nevertheless, there are days when I don't feel as happy and peppy and bursting w/love as I wish I did, and there have been too many of those lately. (How many is too many?) Today I got a clue about this cranky, restless, dissatisfaction I've been feeling. Turns out it was as simple as being so ready for Spring I could scream.

Here in PA the daffodils are barely poking up. We had snow on Friday night, and full-blown gardening is barely a gleam in the eye. But today was opening day in Shohola, PA, and the joy I felt after setting out these lettuce starts was illuminating.


Lest it snow again this evening, I've protected the little leafy beauties with an umbrella cold frame. It will do double duty, keeping a piece of plastic between my salad and the deer.


I bet I'll be eating fresh salad next weekend, but even if I have to wait a little longer, at least I started gardening today. It promises to be an excellent season.