Last week, when I swore at the Weather Channel for informing me that it was going to rain for the next eight days, someone asked why didn't I just plant on Saturday? "Because it's not the fifthteenth!" I vehemently responded. So the fifteenth came and I was out there mixing dirt and soil and choosing which plants were the strongest, all the while trying to beat the rain. I was down to the last four plants and it started. Thankfully, it wasn't the downpour I was dreading, but water did begin running down my face and suddenly I was a lot muddier than I had intended. But those seedlings were going in, no matter how soaked my Converse clad feet were getting. I spread a portion of the good soil around the dead zone in the garden, bagged the rest up for future use and slopped my way indoors for the camera. I admired my new tomato, tomatillo, serrano pepper, habanero and onion plants and then went to go wipe the muddy handprints off the door.
Now grow!
