The first official day of spring makes me happy. I've started some seeds: Shasta Daisy and Black-eyed Susan--Goldstrum. I'm never sure when to start seeds. I'm soooooo ready to be out in the garden, but that doesn't mean the garden is ready for me. We've got snow, and the ground is frozen. I've had to compost entire flats of seeds because I'm too early. And then there's the space. Ours is a fairly simple home, and this is the only south facing window, so I need warmer temperatures to put the trays outside during the day. If I start too many too early, they'll languish from lack of light. The branches are what I've trimmed from the old crab apple two days ago, sitting in sugar water to encourage blossoming indoors. This is the season for hope.
