After a crazy-busy week and weekend, the payoff was a seed-trading lunch today with my high school friends Tom & Margaret. Margaret is my friend who lives near Boulder with her family and has a . . . a homestead? a farm? kind of a little of both. A big hobby garden along with chickens, goats, pet rats, and an adorable shaggy dog named Agnes who decidedly does not like Charlie. D says Charlie was "fresh," and I think Agnes is quite a lady. Charlie was dense about understanding Agnes' "enough" growls and barks, Agnes got madder, so Agnes went back out to wait in the car.
Tom lives in Denver and has the most picturesque easement garden I have ever seen. He is an artist, so he's a master of the small space and the visual impact and the clever solution.
I took hardly any pictures. I made a turkey mole that took forever and had a million steps, none of which I documented. A really pretty salad with avocados and citrus and strawberries and watercress. Gone now--never to be documented. Margaret brought deviled eggs from her own chickens, Tom brought homemade chocolate-covered salted caramels that made the world stand still when you ate one.
These kids are great friends from so far back. R insists that she remembers when they were babies together.
We divided up our seed envelopes and ended up with so much more variety than we would have had on our own. This is going to be a fun summer and growing season. They are both amazing gardeners and I can't wait to see what they do this year.
We tried this for the first time, a wooden tool that makes little seedling pots out of newspaper. I love it so far. I wonder if they will dry out as quickly as my egg carton seed pots--those were so frustrating, never again.
Old friends really are gold, just like the Girl Scout song says.
