About a month ago, I started planning this seasons garden for my family and for me to sell at the farmers' market.
I love to sit and imagine the bounty. I have come a long way in the past few years, I started with a black thumb now I sell at a farmers' market. At the beginning of the season, I always envision my garden looking as beautiful and productive as Barefoot Contessa's. I am often barefoot in the garden, but that is about as far as the comparisons go.
Anyway, I got a call from our postmaster (yes that happens in really small towns), well it is a lady so I guess she is our postmistress (sounds a little raunchy to me) to tell me some sweet little things that I ordered arrived from:
I have spent the past week tilling and planting. I love the smell of freshly turned dirt. I know, my old friends and my family are wondering what happened to the Southern Belle that I was 10 years ago? Even though I find it important to have my toenails painted the entire Summer (without chips ladies), I spend an enormous amount of time scrubbing the dirt stains on my feet. Priorities people. Is Southern Belle Farmer an oxymoron?
The garlic, a few varieties of lettuce, spinach, arugula, carrots, and onions are in the ground. I started my herbs indoors a while back and they are popping up. I need to get on the tomatoes soon. As you can see by the seed catalog, I am trying my hand at heirloom varieties this year.
I better go soak my feet, they are filthy (but have a very pretty pink polish on them),
The Park Wife
The Park Wife
aka The Southern Belle Farmer