It’s time
to start the nightshades
not the brilliant berries
red and deadly
as any poison apple
but their cousins–
peppers, tomatoes,
ground cherries
seeds on my table
lifted on a toothpick
planted the depth of one breath
mist-watered
small seedlings mocking
the ice on my window
Susan Daniels Poetry 
‘Tis extraordinary that they’re all related 🙂
Isn’t it? Always struck me as odd. That is why everyone thought tomatoes were poisonous at one point.
Lovely breakfast–poetry and planting. Just started some ‘maters in peat pots yesterday.
Starting mine today–interesting how seed starting jump starts my spring fever in the middle of winter 😉
this makes me starve for my own plot of land. thanks for jump-starting spring.
Thanks, Alice. Hey–you don’t really need a plot of land–just a few big containers and a sunny porch or walkway.
and a home. transience is fraught with longings.
Yes–that too. Sigh. I always grew stuff on my steps/porch when I rented, but it is constraining.
I was just thinking it was time as well–lovely moment!
Thanks, Audrey. So happy it’s time for that…
it will not be long now….soon the tomatoes will grown and it will be warm again and new life burst for…only a little while now…smiles….
That’s true–and nothing for me jump-starts spring fever like planting seeds 😉
Lovely … I loved the mocking at the end !!!
Thanks, GS. If those little seedlings could grow tongues, they’d probably make faces at it.
Lovely!
Thanks, Ayala!
Sounds like a plan. We need a garden this year, one our convenient four legged scrounger will avoid.
Oh, you should definitely do it–but the doggie will dig–it’s what they do… Mine does it too 😉
all absorbed in the coloring of each word, it has such integrity ~Wonderful !
Thank you, Deb!
You have me itching to do some planting, all the while I don’t want to see winter leave us. . . I have this set of feelings every year. Really, the same set of feelings each time.
I know what you mean! I am craving getting into the dirt again (sorry, guess I didn’t make enough mudpies as a child). I really should enjoy what we have out there NOW and not wish it away.
But it is only natural to feel this way, right? I mean, spring means hope, doesn’t it? And without that. . . .
True. I stave off the longing by starting my long-season and slow-growing stuff inside, but it does make me long to do some “real” gardening.
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