There are a lot of season rituals up here in the Midwest that I don't get, but one has been tugging at me, and I've finally succumbed: mid-winter garden planning.
The websites. The catalogs. Looking longingly out in the middle of my yucky dead flower beds encircling the house and thinking that this year will be different. This year I'll plant beautiful flowers and veggies. This year I'll keep up with the upkeep. This year I'll plant and they will grow and I will water and weed and love.
Ah, the Midwest Midwinter Dreams of Utopia.
There are several things that I know I want to plant. Where to plant them, when to plant them, what variety to plant, and fixing those stupid beds are the issues in my head. But that's okay. That's what seed catalogs are for.
What do I want to plant?
Tomatoes (mostly paste). Bell peppers. Cucumbers. Carrots. Maybe some spinach. Maybe a hot pepper of some sort. Basil. Rosemary. I don't know if oregano can grow here. Thyme. Pretty roses. Amaranth. Sugar snow peas. Onions. Garlic. Potatoes. Sweet potatoes. Other things I can't think of at the moment because I have a cute little boy who has decided that it's time for his turn on the computer.
I'll think on this some more, while looking at some more Midwest Midwinter Plant Pron. :)
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