I know I'm starting to settle because I went shopping today for seeds.
It's been years since I've been able to have a garden, something that's always reminded me of permanency.
Certainly I'll put in tomato plants as my dad did yearly until he died in 1984.
I've had to ask when planting can begin because I've been gone so long from the Wisconsin Northwoods. Friends in the south -- get this: Memorial Day is the start of veggie planting here. When I lived in North Carolina, I used to say that strawberry season there last three weeks. Here, it's about an hour and a half.
I looked at seeds tonight for a variety of radishes. Yes, I have a radish problem. If anyone wants to make something of it, you know where I live.
I bought some traditional radish seeds, the little red, peppery variety that adorns relish trays in the area. But I also bought seeds for French breakfast radishes, which are neither French nor for breakfast. They are oblong and a little more mild than the regular radish but make me feel like a fancy pants. I also bought seeds for white icicle radishes, which I've never had.
One the radish crop comes to fruition, I plan to deal them out of area hotel rooms.
That's how I live.
I also plan to plant some herbs in pots that were left at the house, mostly basil, rosemary and chive -- a song I wrote for Simon and Garfunkel who then changed the lyrics.
If anyone else has ideas for easy growing veg in the beds around my house, please let me know.
Peace and seeds unto you my brothers and sisters.