A couple of Saturdays ago, on the famed Victoria Day weekend actually, I dragged my mother to Linda Crago’s annual seedling sale. Later in the day, my mother dragged me to a quilting store. She doesn’t like gardening. I don’t like quilting.
My mother bought enough vegetable seedlings to oxygenate one of the smaller planets, and I bought a quilting book. I’m not sure how it happened, it’s all a bit hazy to both of us.
You may remember Linda as the owner of Tree & Twig, the heirloom vegetable farm I featured last summer. Every May long weekend she sells thousands of her heirloom tomato seedlings, along with a select few other vegetables. The sale is 3 days long. We got there 2 hours into the first day. She was already sold out of 3 of the things I was looking for.
It’s a very popular sale.
My mother wanted a cucumber. “A regular cucumber dammit. What the hell is this? I don’t even know. I’m gonna buy it. Do you think this is a cucumber?” Linda to the rescue. She swooped in, in her Tomato Whisperer tee shirt, handed my mother a regular cucumber and disappeared into thin air.
To me that’s the fun of the sale. It’s full of things you’ve either never heard of or could never find anywhere else.
The place was packed with clusters of frenzied people. Groups of people running from the white tomato section to the reds, to the blacks. At one point I’m pretty sure a woman fainted. But who wouldn’t at the sight of a thin skinned, multi colour, striated, acidic, early ripening tomato? Who, I ask??
While I was plotting and planning this year’s Front Yard Vegetable garden I reserved about 20 square feet for some of the things from Linda’s sale. I didn’t know what they would be, I only knew I’d be getting something. And I did …
We spent about an hour at the farm and an hour at the quilting store. Vegetables? Picked, placed, and planted. The quilting book? Picked, placed and planted. In the bookcase. Where it shall remain until some time after the vegetables are harvested.