The madman is still walking around with his box of seeds. Maybe he’s afraid Coyote will come in and steal them, but that Native American legend comes from the west, not Connecticut. The Coyotes here give him a wide berth. It’s the last day of May – some seeds are planted; some are still soaking,…
I bet you’re wondering where the madman’s going on this hybridizing journey. For a start, he announced he’s saving his own seeds this season. Good idea, I thought at first. But when I looked at his Christmas List and saw blossom bags and paint brushes near the top, I realized that he is truly…
Here it is March 7 and the madman is itching to get going. Ten inches of snow will delay the pruning again. But, he keeps checking the calendar – not yet, not yet. He is so ready to get his hands into the dirt (he calls it soil)-you should see the size of the sandbox…
We told you in an earlier blog that the seed catalogs were arriving – they began to appear around Thanksgiving. At one time they started arriving around the first week of January, but it seems they come earlier and earlier. At any rate we read them as soon as we can. A good fire, a…
The madman came dancing up the cellar stairs a couple of days ago singing “They’re up, they’re up, they’re up.” To a visitor his actions may seem strange, but I knew he meant that some seeds had begun to sprout. To understand the significance, we have to back track to the beginning of December. Exciting…