Harvest Monday: Hope

So, I detest Winter.  Seriously.  I have done my time in the cold and I want out.  I desperately search for signs of life in the frozen tundra all through January and February, gasping for hope.

And look what I found!  In the fall, I planted a few very hardy greens, just to see what would happen.  I did not protect them at all.  The last time there was a bit of a thaw, I was so happy to see the Belle Isle Cress, green and happy.  So, last evening, in my frantic search for life, I took a wooden spoon out to the garden and dug through the snow...

...to find the cress, still green and happy under its white blanket.  And I harvested it.  It was only enough to garnish two black bean burgers, but it was enough to make me happy.  

And then the sprouts... I am growing about a jarful a week, which is not enough.  We usually just eat them like wild animals, taking advantage of nutrients when they can get them: We gather around the plate and eat them by the handful.

Finally in my world of gardening, the children's breakfast table has been displaced by the seed starting rack.  Wahoo!  In the past, I have used it in the basement, with so-so results; so this year we've moved the monstrosity up to the kitchen, whence I expect much improved seedlings.  Oo, and Berto harvested a full bucket of perfect worm castings to mix in with my seedling starter mix!  I shall begin with the onions next week.

Speaking of onions, if anyone has any advice, I would love it.  I have never been able to grow a full-size onion.  What do I need to do for success?

Check out Daphne's Dandelions to see what others are harvesting!

P.S. Here is another bright spot for me:

Laundry on the line in January, evaporating to dryness... Why do freeze-dried clothes smell oh-so-good?  It must be the memories... yes, memories of Crimea, for sure.