They are in the ground by Lydia's birthday. This year it was a full moon. I was talking with Myrie, it is also her birthday as well. . . .and she was telling me that its not wheat, its Rye that's in my gardens.
It stopped raining today and got well sunny out, and the gardens are doing very well. The greenhouse is full of tomatoes plants, in pots, that are 18 inches tall.
Here is a photo of the x-large Brandywine potted with a marigold planted beside it. We love our liturgy. It fell so good to be in the garden today, and feel like the whole permaculture mindset infultrating my regulations of perspective.