Yesterday I went to Hy-Vee for dog treats and bath poufs. We just needed a few last minute things before we could leave on our spontaneous mini-vacation. As I walked into the store, I saw a spinning rack filled with seed packets. Tomatoes, carrots, bib lettuce, spinach, zucchini, squash, cucumbers, peppers, corn, green beans, and peas. And herbs. Oregano, sweet basil, thyme, rosemary, cilantro. I lost focus. I was absorbed by the seeds and dreams of summer and harvesting.
There is farming in my blood. My grandfather was a farmer once upon a time. His father was a farmer. Every spring, I have an itch to plant. I don’t know if there is any green in my thumbs, though. I’ve never had a real garden. I’ve had pots. I’ve grown small plants bigger.
I guess we will find out this summer if my thumbs are green or black. I left Hy-Vee with dog treats and poufs. And seeds. Lots and lots of seeds.