Tomorrow morning, I will spend several hours starting my vegetable seeds (tomatoes, peppers, and lettuce) in peat pots. In a few weeks, they can be transplanted outside and into the garden.
My Baker Creek seeds await, and tonight they are sheltered in the greenhouse/potting shed.
Here are some words to invoke the gardening mood.
"Step into the potting shed. The air is warm and smells of earth. Terra-cotta pots tower in the corner like soup bowls on a kitchen shelf, hand tools hang in rows, bins of soil and peat moss beckon. And there are the seeds--in packets, in jars, in plain envelopes. The sprouting of seeds is the first job of the potting shed, but it is the place where gardeners grow, too."
Linda Joan Smith --The Potting Shed
My Baker Creek seeds await, and tonight they are sheltered in the greenhouse/potting shed.
Here are some words to invoke the gardening mood.
"Step into the potting shed. The air is warm and smells of earth. Terra-cotta pots tower in the corner like soup bowls on a kitchen shelf, hand tools hang in rows, bins of soil and peat moss beckon. And there are the seeds--in packets, in jars, in plain envelopes. The sprouting of seeds is the first job of the potting shed, but it is the place where gardeners grow, too."
Linda Joan Smith --The Potting Shed
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