At long last, the sun has appeared multiple days in a row. I'm wondering if February went down as the grayest month in history this year. Tomorrow the rains come, and that should be the end of the heaps of gray snow. Margaret Roach at A Way to Garden said something about planting peas on St. Patrick's Day, but the ground has to thaw first. Doesn't it?
Margaret also urged patience re seed starting, but obviously her warning came too late for me. I'm about ready to transplant the basil into larger containers - they will make nice gifts, don't you think? - and I planted Italian parsley and yellow zinnias last weekend.
The zinnia seed was several years old. I did not hold out much hope for its germination rate, so dropped 5-6 seeds in each compartment. And of course, almost every seed has germinated. Now I have to thin, thin, thin. I should have performed a germination test, another suggestion from Margaret. She is wise.
The Year of Bread has reached limbo, thanks to its delicious goodness and my bathroom scale. Last weekend I did make some cornbread, using my favorite cornbread recipe from The Vegetarian Epicure. Except I ran out of unbleached flour and substituted some whole wheat instead. The result was even better!
Despite the not-quite-springlike weather, I did clean off the flower bed on the south side of the house. If I weren't feeling so lazy today, I would hack down the ornamental grasses, too. Much dog poop has been picked up in the meantime.