I don’t know how I ever went to work. I spend the entire day fussing around my house and yard. Plus, every day is Groundhog Day. I’m not ever bored but I do miss socializing when at the market or post office. It’s difficult talking through the mask and at an acceptable distance.

I’ve been thinking a lot about being a good global citizen. This seems like the perfect time for that worthy goal.

Recently, a car stopped in front of me and a man jumped out and ran across the road. It was Steve Bernier from Cronig’s Market. He was picking up someone else’s trash. That small seemingly insignificant act encouraged me to do the same in any way I can.

At any rate, there is a lot happening in the garden world.

I’m a nut case. I must have a thousand seedlings of cabbage, broccoli, kale, kohlrabi and pak choy. I’m cutting some daily for use in salads. They’re tiny but delicious.

Because, there seems to be a run on seeds, I cut my seed potatoes into pieces so as to get more plants. Make sure each piece has an “eye” or two. I leave them cut side up on newspaper for a week so that a crust forms on the cut side. Hopefully, I’ll get them into the ground before week’s end.

I planted a small row of carrots and one of radishes. The radishes should be ready to eat in just a couple weeks. I thin them when they are barely the size of an English pea, then wash them tops and all, and eat with dressing.

For several years I’ve meant to move some pink peonies. They are next to some orange oriental poppies. It’s not a lovely combination. The poppies resent being moved so the peonies must go. I finally got to it this week. It was remarkable how large the clumps had become after years in one place.

I love how peonies can live for decades. People took pieces from their New England gardens out west in Conestoga wagons.

There is a lone clump of old-fashioned “Double Daffy’s” on the Whiting side of the big bend along the West Tisbury Cemetery. These jonquils cannot be purchased (I’ve looked). If you’re lucky (as I have been) some kind soul will share a few bulbs with you.

Every year I order plugs of perennials from Walters Gardens. I like to have them in stock for the business. I ordered them in November and they arrived last Friday. Wonder if I’ll be back at work to use them by summer?

The owner of Baher Creek Seeds in Missouri was interviewed on NPR. He said he usually has about 1,000 people a day ordering seeds this time of year. Now the numbers are more than 10,000 per day. Covid-19 has finally gotten people’s attention. Time to start that vegetable garden.

Violet corrected me this week. Last column I mentioned her playing the Irish hymn, Be Thou My Vision, on her fiddle. I said it was a tune from the 16th century. Oops, it was versed by Eleanor H. Hull in the late 1800s.

I was saddened this week by the death of my friend, Karen Child. Our 40-year-old sons went to preschool together and she was Godmother to my grand-daughter Violet.

What is especially sad now in the time of coronavirus, there can be no visiting and time spent remembering her together.

Love to Hal, Brandon and Bess.