After years of fighting groundhogs, it's really amazing that I found myself back at this little farm market on the corner of two busy roads on a sunny Sunday in May. I tucked Rosemary in her carrier and Fiona skipped ahead, still in her church dress, talking nonstop.
"Can we buy these? Can I pick? Can I put everything in the cart? Oh look Mama, that one already has baby tomatoes on it!" When I mean talked nonstop, she really did. A man perusing the basil plants glanced my way with a raised eyebrow and a smile. I smiled and shrugged back - followed that babbling brook of a 6 year old girl right down those isles lined with plants.
After years of fighting groundhogs, there's still hope on a sunny day in May. A link offered by an old friend, suggesting raised container beds, sparked an idea in me. Those flower boxes on the deck just might do the trick. Sure, groundhogs can climb a bit, but maybe...maybe not? Another friend carried old hanging baskets to my car after church in response to my pleas for help on facebook. If I can't plant greens in those 12 boxes out back, then I'll hang them - salad bowls right outside the kitchen door. Micro-gardening for sure.
Fiona finds a slug on a plant and carries him like a beloved pet during our shopping trip. After ringing up spinach and bean seeds, ruffly kale, basil, lettuce, chard and a few tomato and pepper plants, the cashier gives her a dum-dum sucker that she stands on tiptoe to accept, popping it in her mouth and stopping her chatter for the first time since we arrived
The next day dawns grey but we're out there anyway. There's always optimism in spring, no matter how misguided. Always the hope that maybe, just maybe, this year will be the year we figure it all out. Or maybe not. But no matter what, we'll have a great time trying.
After all, we haven't tried coyote urine...yet.
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