…my farming roots, that is.
Ok, not quite yet, but soon inshaAllah. I’m giddy with excitement and have to restrain myself from jumping up and down and clapping my hands with glee. It’s time to plant! Granted, I only have a small balcony to work with, but the blood of my ancestors was stirred when I caught my first glimpse of the downtown farmer’s market today and all the little seedlings just waiting to be planted.
I’m thinking tomatoes, , cilantro, lettuce, mint, catnip, and wheat grass this year inshaAllah. The last 2 are specifically for the Squeakster, but as regular readers know, she likes to sample the entire buffet, and I’m all too happy to oblige her.