Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Reaching for the Sun

The seedlings have found their stride - Early Bird tomatoes are leading the pack;-) I started moving the tomato seedlings to a larger moss container 1 week ago, and was going to capture my progress in a snapshot to post it along with this blog post. But since they looked so anemic, I decided to wait for them to spring back to life. And, they have:-) So, I decided to move the herbs to larger moss containers today (which look even more anemic) and will wait for them to fill out. Then, I'll capture the healthy assembly in a snapshot and post. I will be thrilled if all of the herbs pull through - dill, cilantro, and parsley can be fussy when growing from seed. But, all good things come to those who wait (and pamper the seedlings). And, just maybe, this snow will melt before I have to move them outside!

Happy Gardening!

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Inch by inch, Row by row...

My seeds are beginning to sprout! I'm reminded of a time many years ago, when I first learned the joy of starting seeds in my living room window, and humming this wonderful song by Pete Seeger (link and lyrics posted below).  His lyrics still roam around in my head - even today - as I check on the seedlings.

Enjoy your gardens wherever they may be. And hum Pete's little garden song. I hope it will put a smile on your face and in your heart:-)



Inch by inch, row by row,
Gonna make this garden grow,
Gonna mulch it deep and low,
Gonna make it fertile ground.
Inch by inch, row by row,
Please bless these seeds I sow.
Please keep them safe below
'Till the rain comes tumblin' down.

Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
We're all made of dreams and bones,
Need a place to call my own
Cause the time is close at hand.
Grain for grain, sun and rain
I'll find my way in Nature's chain
Tune my body and my brain
To the music of the land.

Plant your rows straight and long,
Season them with prayer and song
Mother Earth will keep you strong
If you give her love and care.
Old crow watching from a tree
Has his hungry eyes on me
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there.