Mesclun on April 25th

Whenever I say “mesclun,” my mom gives a little start. She repeats the word, pronouncing it a little more like, “Mescaline?” I don’t know if she thinks it’s funny every time, or if she just forgets. More photos.

Planted

My mom visited for a few days, and it turned out to be the best visit maybe I think we’ve ever had. We built in an extra sorta flex day, so that she could leave if she wanted, or stay if she wanted. She ended up staying until Saturday, “because now I want to help you get that garden planted!” We spent Friday shopping for seeds and topsoil and just turning the whole thing over and raking it through. Heavy, black, clayey stuff it is, too. I’m afraid it’s going to be troublesome. My mom made these little markers after we planted on Saturday. More.

Garden just before planting

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