The living room looks like a nursery. The Wise Woman is a gardener, and hundreds of seedlings are rising under strong lights.
In the next weeks, the seedlings will go outdoors into raised beds that can be covered to protect them on cold nights. Others will go into the greenhouse, which is already getting crowded. Others will go into new beds in the front yard.
Various kinds of flowers and vegetables are hardier than others, and the plans for getting the right plant into the ground at the right time remind me of the schedules for D-Day: one wave after another will hit the beach as the earth warms.
It’s all beyond me. The Wise Woman is in charge.
While I’m not a decision maker, I can be trusted with a shovel, rake and wheelbarrow. I’m pretty sure I cleared enough ground last week for the first wave.
My horoscope says the future includes digging.
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