It was beautiful here today, and although I've heard rumors of more snow, I tore open some seed packets and scattered them on raked ground in the early garden. Two kinds of lettuce, some radishes, some onions, and some larkspur. I've never grown onions from seed and have no idea what to expect of them, but I suppose that the learning experience is half the fun of gardening.
It will be nice if these seeds actually produce edible vegetables (though I'll probably have to battle the animals for them), but if nothing else survives, I hope the larkspur does. I love larkspur. For many of my gardening friends, larkspur is nearly invasive, yet I can't get it to survive even one season in my yard. Once, I tried to start some inside, in windowsill greenhouses. I watered and pampered the seeds, but they never sprouted. After weeks of hopeful watching, I gave up and dumped the dirt into my compost heap. Several weeks later, after a cold snap, I found baby larkspur plants growing on the pile, but they did not survive transplanting. So I'm leaving this larkspur where it sprouts, if it sprouts, and I won't be one bit disappointed if it ends up taking over the whole pasture between here and the creek.
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