Today, my two overwintered crops returned to the great outdoors. You could practically hear them sigh with relief to breathe the fresh air and feel the light breeze across their leaves.
I placed them on my back porch and situated them so that they shouldn’t get much, if any, direct sunlight for a while. They need to acclimate. I hacked off the dead and leggy bits from my rosemary, the trimmings of which I’ll force on my sister:
Then I gave the freshly bushy rosemary and the still-tall bay laurel a good drink and left them to bask in the fresh air. When I looked back at the herbs-moving-in post, I see just how much the rosemary suffered over the winter.
The bay laurel seems to have fared better, and it even has some new shoots and leaves, perhaps in response to the lengthening daylight.
That’s probably it for my summer garden, but you never know. I might just go to the garden center and say, “Yes, this is the year that I can grow tomatoes.” But probably not. I just don’t have the sun, except on my porch, but I do have Rolling Prairie and the Farmers Market.