So while it is not the frozen tundra it was last week, “Utah Spring” is far from over in my book. I still remember last May when we got snow during the first week, people scrambling to cover their annuals and spring bulbs that had sprung up in the unseasonably warm weather two weeks before. That said, I am sad as the weather warms that I no longer have The Ocho for my summer harvest. I’m working on some alternatives, but it’s just not the same.
The Ocho was in Deric and Meggi’s backyard, and while they may some day move back to Zion, 2014 is going to be tricky when it comes to my pioneer woman ways. How am I going to get my canning on when I’ll be reduced to a single potted tomato plant that will probably end up being grown on the rooftop outside of my office window? I love the farmer’s market, but I can’t afford that business. Ain’t nobody got time for that!
I’m working with some of the neighbors to figure out how to find a plot of space somewhere in the Castle Graystone vicinity that we can technically plant without having the Homo-owners Association breathing down our backs and sassing us out of the gayborhood. In the meantime, I am trying to figure out whether any of my friends nearby have a sunny spot in their yard that they do zilch with to make it into my substitute/temporary urban oasis.
If you’ve got a big yard you don’t want to take care of and don’t mind an overly sweaty gay man twerking while watering your plants, I’m your guy. Er, gay. Samesies. Until next time, stay classy (and know I’ll make you pickles if you take me up on it!) Salt Lake.