It’s a sunny March 29th. A -7℃ outside but a 8.6℃ in the greenhouse. My seedlings are almost flourishing in the sunroom. I hope I can move them out to the greenhouse soon. Some are getting leggy, needling transplanting. The snowpeas are poking their heads out of potting mix. I have 72 of them if they all germinate.

I’ve been starting seeds now for a number of years. Still I’m always surprised when they poke their little green heads out of the soil. I am still surprised every years that I’ve planted so much garden – a little greenhouse, 6 raised garden beds, a home garden and a small plot in the community garden. Our city allotment garden is manned by the guy. I do help some. We’ve always had succesful harvests, some years better than others. I’m optimistic we will do the same this year.

I’ve been feeling my years lately. It happens when you lose your mother. I can’t bounce back quite the same and as quickly. But I am still bouncing somewhat. I’m imbibing some green tea for some extra bounce this morning. I remind myself that I am still ok, that I don’t have to feel on top of the world every minute of every day. There’s ebbs and tides. I’m the queen of tides. I always come back.