You know what I did last night, on my way home from work? I bought seeds. Yes I did. It's January, but my seed purchase was fueled in part by my lack of celery. Incongruous? No...I grew celery last year; lots of leaves, lots of plants, but the stalks were skinny and I didn't know how to save it. I have recently discovered that celery can SUPPOSEDLY be dried, then tossed into soup and re hydrated with no loss of character. I've been reading about growing celery, which apparently needs a longer growing season that we actually have here in Pennsylvania, so I was planning to start it early. Fail. No one had celery seeds, but they did have lots of other tempting goodies. I'm going to start a seed journal this year.
I make a lot of soup. But if you've been following my blog, you already know that.
So, today is my day to experiment with celery before devoting a large portion of my small garden to it. I bought several bunches last night just prior to buying the seeds, and I am currently in the process of dehydrating it. I'll let you know how it works tomorrow, when I make this weekend's batch of soup. In the mean time, I'll be thinking about my garden...and ordering celery seeds! Ah, life's little pleasures! It may not be a weekend on the town, but it works for me.
This morning, when I went to visit Earl, I noticed three things that have also fueled my seed-ordering passion. First, the air felt warm, a novel experience lately. Mid-40's-in January warm. Second, there were joggers everywhere. Like seagulls in parking-lots. Don't these people have some manual labor they could be doing? I think jogging's ridiculous. Of course, as a non-jogger, I can say such silly things. Third, several pairs of amorous squirrels were chasing each other up and down the trees. SOMETHING'S in the air. Something "seedy", if you get my drift.