Spring at Chez Mucci.
Guess how I know it’s Spring?
Nope, not trees starting to leaf out. Not daffodils or robins or even dandelions. And it’s not the darkling skies of an approaching thunderstorm or the rich scent of dark earth being turned by my fingers, either.
Spring arrives every year when I first inhale the rich, pungent smell of fish emulsion! The scent is on my hands. Even after washing them I can still smell the perfume of fish wafting in the air. My springtime eau de cologne is from Neptune Harvest. Egg shells and fish emulsion are the only supplements I feed my plants. It’s all they ever get and they thrive on them.
I also know it’s Spring by the state of my basement…actually plant nursery. There are 44 tomato babies in the nursery right now.
Tomato seedlings
Growing and changing almost daily, these tomato babies will be shared with 3 friends who love getting heirloom, hand raised tomato plants that are non GMO, too.
Beets & lettuce
My final hint that Spring is here? Baby beets peeking up out of soil, butterhead and oak leaf lettuce enjoying cool evenings and moderate days. Tatsoi shares a bed with the lettuce I seeded in and kale is growing strong and beautiful in one of my truck bed gardens.
This Spring, I also got a new garden friend who is yet another harbinger of one of my favorite seasons. His name is Maurice AKA Mo.
A birthday present from my funny, sweet husband, Mo is a 77 inch high, metal rooster (I’ve wanted on ever since I read Jenny Lawson’s, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened). Maurice greets me every single morning as we welcome another Spring day to my backyard garden.
Maurice meets Linus!
Grow So Easy Organic 