Gardens, oh gardens. How I have abandoned you.
For good reason. I have an infant.
I have seriously done next to nothing. Quantity of seedlings started are slim. Plans haven't been made. Not even peas have been started. Compost is a heaping mess and needs to be turned.
And you know what? I am just fine with the nothingness out there. I'm in no hurry to change it.
What will I do? Buy seedlings. From the greenhouse. Plant oodles of sprouted seed potatoes that are filling my basement because it's easy. Do what I can. Cover the rest of the garden with a cover crop. Good enough.
Plus, I have every intention of enjoying those things that I have already done the work for. The things that are already established. Fruit trees, raspberries, garlic, onions, rhubarb, herbs and greens. Plus perennials.
This year my garden won't be immense...but it's okay. I'd much rather be holding an tiny squishy baby. There's always next year for an elaborate garden.
Do the best I can. No guilt. That's my plan.