Happy Easter, for those who celebrate! I’ve always loved this time of year, because it’s filled with so much celebration. It’s always a fun day, be it for folks who are seder-ing, Ostara-ing, or simply hunting for eggs filled with jellybeans. Mmm, jellybeans…
Personally, when I do the Easter thing, I do the Orthodox Easter thing. Why? Grew up that way. So next Sunday I’ll be with the fam, bonking red eggs and stuffing my face with Easter bread. Because for me it’s all about the food, apparently.
So now that it’s actually spring, and not some winter hold-over? Behold the survivors of Man It Was Freezing 2014/2015!
But wait! There’s more! The mini-daffodils are up too! And so are a few of the seedlings I’ve started. Go plantlings, go!
And yes, I even made some Easter eggs today. For the season. (It’s my first attempt at a Real Omelet. Looked fluffier in the pan, but sighed in apathy and collapsed once I plated it. Oops.)
Today’s post was gonna be all about the opening of the Baltimore Farmer’s Market for the 2015 season. But as I had about 2 1/2 hours of sleep — why? I have no idea why, but couldn’t sleep — I decided to hang in today.
Happy Easter! Or, as my sisters would say, Xristos Anesti y’all!
Headed to the Farmers Market today, as I punked out of hitting the beach for an en fam Easter. (Good idea, as it turns out; I lost my voice yesterday and am running on scratchy today.)
But anyway, plants! I bought more stuff to flesh out the hanging baskets:
A few more things to add to existing plant-ness:
Just so you know, I bit the bullet & put three of the sunflower seedlings in a planter:
And checked out all the others:
Phew! Time for my other purchase, a slice of savory steak, onion & mushroom pie from Dangerously Delicious pies. (With an assist from the parsnips & red potatoes I also picked up at the market today.) Happy Easter/Passover/Sunday!
Spent this afternoon trying to repot tiny baby plants I started from seeds. Why seeds? Well….
* A friend had a birthday, and likes gardening, so I figured I’d give him some of these as part of his present. (Part 2? Those green sticks from the Depot that support larger plants.)
* I’m a part of a plant swap in my neighborhood. So lots of plants = more I can share!
* I like plants. It’s a sickness.
I had cute little sayings attached to each photo, but for some reason WP didn’t upload em from my app. So just look at the cuteness, and check out Tippi and Manny, plant eaters inspectors. I’ll try to add the picture info back later, but for now this gal is taking a much needed rest. It’s good to be the king.
Marigolds and sage!
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
It’s time to re-pot when the plants push on the roof.
Re-purposing berry & tomato containers into mini greenhouses for already sprouted seeds! I’m a genius! (#notreally)
Well, something has to take my mind off the fact that the trash folks have yet to pick up the trash on my corner from the Mayor’s Spring Clean TWO WEEKS AGO. Ahem. Anyway….
Planted some seeds. Figured that either the birds would eat ’em, or that they wouldn’t grow (my thumb is more black than green, let’s be honest).
But, tadaaaaaaa! I see growing things that are green and happy (and, apparently, anthropomorphic.) See? Sure, they look like 98-pound-weakling grass sprouts, but soon they will be bunches of (delicious) adorable chives!!!
I’m already dreaming of baked potatoes, chowders, vinaigrettes…. But I’m really just psyched that I was able to throw down some seeds and get them to sprout. My parents were big into gardening, and by that I mean we grew just about anything you can grow in our 1/3 acre backyard when I was a kid. Pumpkins, grapes, peaches (in Maryland), corn, tomatoes. Let’s just say the first time I had to buy groceries when I was out on my own was an eye-opener. And I must have sounded like a perturbed Italian grandmother; “this? THIS you call a tomato? This is a rubber ball, is what this is. Tomato, pah!” I was in rare form that day. So anything that will prevent me from mocking produce at the local grocery store is a big deal for me.
Plus, I do love me some chives. Seriously, how cute are they???
I also planted some basil. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to be sprouting up as awesomely as the chives have done. In fact, I think the big green sprout may be a weed.
Hope springs eternal though. Constant vigilance! And perhaps all my staring and breathing on it will turn them into healthy strong (pesto) plants. Hey, plants need CO2.
(Yes, I talk to my plants. They get lonely sitting out on the deck. After a while it must get tedious to hear nothing but “hey baybee, one more drinky… hey, hey, HEEEEEEY!” coming from the bar around the corner. So I do what I can to uplift and inspire. I’m a giver.)
I will “need” to do more plant shopping though. I have a hankerin’ (for a wagonwheel…oops, sorry) for a Dusty Miller and something-or-other to plant in a planter by the front door. Which would also have me shopping for a planter by the front door. I’m thinking stone, hip-height or so to match the rail height, and just big enough to tuck in a corner by the mailbox. Good luck with me dragging a stone pot that big up the stairs. But we’ll bust that stoneware when we get to it.