Gardening seems like the antithesis of all the things that are frustrating about our instant-gratification, consumer driven society. Its not really. To wit: there is no justification for buying much less planting tomato plants in March. No justification whatsoever. But what did I do today? Of course, I bought tomato plants. And peppers and cucumber and herbs.
The tomatoes and peppers and cucumbers went down into the garden beside where the lettuce seed and spinach got planted the other day. Lettuce in seed and tomato in sprout is contrary to the way of things, and I expect to incur the wrath of Brigid for being so bold. Maybe I think I can have a salad from plants that are all growing at the same time. Or maybe I just wanted the tomato that gave the restaurant its name.
The herbs are in pots, closer to the door. Basil, oregano, and rosemary. I really wanted some cilantro, but they did not have any. I used to not like cilantro until I had some fresh cilantro. Really fresh. Turns out it tastes like rain on a July afternoon in Tennessee. I hadn’t known that. I used to think it tasted like dirt, and maybe if it sits around for a while it tastes like rainwater run through red clay. In any event, I want some close to the door.