I’ve got the seed packets. They’re right in front of me! Come on! I know it’s only March 10th, but can’t these peas go in the ground? It’s 55 degrees.
That’s right. 55 degrees in Connecticut. I’m in my bathing suit. White skin blinding the children.
Fine. Too early to plant my peas, but it was warm enough to work the dirt a bit. I’ve got a lovely infestation of weeds going that will require more work, but I got to hoe ’em around a bit.
Since my beds are raised, the soil is actually workable right now down to a few inches. They’ve been covered in a dome of snow and it’s allowed for some spinach snacks through the winter. I’ve been reading Eliot Coleman’s “Winter Harvest Handbook” (Podchef’s review here) and there is no question that with just a little construction, I’d be able to eat greens all winter long.
In any event, we were out today. Light duty, but the dog and the boy were loving it.