Spring is finally here. Or so I thought a couple of weeks ago when it was so warm, it felt like I was being hugged the whole time I was outdoors. I love that feeling. Then the temperatures dropped and it felt like Old Man Winter came visiting again. I don't have anything against old men or winter, but please don't lull me into believing that spring was finally here and that I could start putting away the sweaters and down jackets. Tell that, too, to the cucumber seedlings that I had transplanted when I thought it was safe. Poor things turned a bit yellow, and I lost one, but the rest are looking perkier and greener now that the mercury is rising again. I think they'll forgive me for my lack of gardening know-how. I seem to learn things the hard way.
I'm trying my hand at growing some vegetables and herbs (and flowers at my daughter's insistence) on our rooftop after I was inspired by the book by Novella Carpenter, Farm City: The Education of an Urban Farmer. I've never been very adept at growing things and tend to kill indoor plants on a regular basis, but since we have some space for pots and good sunlight exposure (it might be too much in the summer, but we'll see), I thought I'd give it a try.
The edamame seedlings are starting to sprout leaves. Will keep you posted on the progress.