Mud season—that crazy time of year here in the Northeast when gardeners must sit on their hands and not rush into planting things outdoors lest they compact the soil or freeze a batch of seedling—is upon us. The great guys over at Hudson Valley Seed Library have a wonderful poem that just might help you pass the days until it’s finally safe to place that first pea into the ground.
I will tuck in my cuffs and pull on high boots and kneel carefully
To preserve my muddy adorations of March.
I will build an altar to the mud.