Local Sourcing in the Middle of Winter
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Feeling even the littlest bit of a thaw is such a welcome salve on the wind burned skin. Although we’re certain to be left to endure a few more inches of snow at some point, I’ve heard promises that those sub zero temperatures are a thing of the past. While it’s hard to count on such tales as truth (it is Minnesota after all), I’m still ready to think about the growing season.
My backyard is still buried somewhere underneath all that snow. I know that there is soil waiting for me to dig my fingers into. As soon as it’s safe, I look forward to working on my back-of-neck suntan and long days that end with a sore back and a stretch of tilled soil that holds promise of summer discovery.
The only thing holding me back is that I’m an apartment dweller. This is my first house with a yard experience as an adult. Let me be perfectly clear that I know absolutely nothing about gardening. That’s why I turn to the folks at Egg Plant on Selby Avenue in St. Paul. It’s a one stop for urban farming. It’s there I plan to learn how to raise chickens for those fresh eggs I adore. I’d love to put in a tangle of raspberry plants or even just a few little spring lettuces.
More than anything, I want to master growing tomatoes. I want to be able to walk out my back door and pluck fresh fruit and berries to eat right there or tuck into my bag for a sweet taste of sunshine later in the day.
Until that time comes, I’ll sit here in my kitchen at watch the melting progress, cheering heartily for signs of green. I’ll bide my time until summer comes by seeking solace in some Bushel Boy tomatoes, grown in Owatonna in giant greenhouses with happy bees who have no idea how cold the rest of us have been.