Things I know for sure.
Gardening is not for the people who need instant gratification.
That being said, a little patience and benign neglect seem to work great wonders. But even with that, this post will be of the very boring, updatey "things are happening" kind.
I mean...here in the time of Covid, time has no real meaning. Did we put the beans in last week? Two weeks ago? In 1759? I don't even know.* Which means I have no benchmark for my relative concern/excitement about whether there is any indication that the seeds worked.
Also, I'm learning that "seed leaves" look very much like "weed leaves" in the early stages, which means I stand a good chance of pulling out perfectly good seedlings in an effort to keep the weeds down, like I needed more anxiety in my life.
At any rate, things are growing. Farmer Goth has one more crate to make, which will allow me to transplant the French Breakfast radishes (the starts are coming along splendidly - even the carrots are having a go, I think), and the tomatoes are doing very well in their Social Distancing Pots. Even the Weld and Lady's Bedstraw are making an effort. I think. They could be weeds. Won't know for a while.
And, since the weather wasn't complete shite, yesterday, here are some photos of Things In The Great Outdoors:
So, I planted two rows of cut-and-come-again lettuce, and one row of rocket, all organized-like, and some fucking creature (cat? Fox? Badger? Who knows...?) rolled up two days later in the middle of the night and dug a great gaping hole in the corner of the crate, so my beautifully crafted lettuce rows were destroyed (hence the metal grate over the top now). In spite of that, they seem to be popping up. Either that, or I'll have a bumper crop of carefully cultivated weeds. We'll probably know in a week or two.
Peas! Peas with twine! Peas progress!
The potatoes and nasturtiums continue to prove...something. The ineffability of the spirit of gardening? Even idiots can grow shit? I'm sure there's a deeper meaning happening here, one of which is "I don't know what I'm doing, but I hope I'll get some potatoes out of the deal."
The butterfly mix of seeds has arrived, but I'm going to wait until it's consistently a bit warmer before I put those in, somewhere. That will also give me time to find a somewhere to put them. And the chocolate cosmos will have to wait, as well. I feel like April and May got their weathers switched, which isn't a surprise considering the topsy-turvy world we're in, right now. But flowers, soon, I hope.
It's cloudy, today, and Farmer Goth and I have embarked on a week's Staycation, where we will obsessively go outside and look at all of our plants - several times a day, no doubt - willing them to do something exciting, or bloom, or become an all-singing, all-dancing musical theatre troupe (ok, maybe that last one's just me), and carefully pulling what we hope to God is a weed, and finding new and exciting ways to thwart The Pooping Cat (or fox. Or badger. or Chupacabra). He says he's going to build that last crate, so maybe there will be more exciting news in the next few days. Maybe check back.
*I mean...I could probably, I don't know, use this blog as a reference for when I've done things, so I can keep track of time better? Wouldn't that be clever?
That being said, a little patience and benign neglect seem to work great wonders. But even with that, this post will be of the very boring, updatey "things are happening" kind.
I mean...here in the time of Covid, time has no real meaning. Did we put the beans in last week? Two weeks ago? In 1759? I don't even know.* Which means I have no benchmark for my relative concern/excitement about whether there is any indication that the seeds worked.
Also, I'm learning that "seed leaves" look very much like "weed leaves" in the early stages, which means I stand a good chance of pulling out perfectly good seedlings in an effort to keep the weeds down, like I needed more anxiety in my life.
At any rate, things are growing. Farmer Goth has one more crate to make, which will allow me to transplant the French Breakfast radishes (the starts are coming along splendidly - even the carrots are having a go, I think), and the tomatoes are doing very well in their Social Distancing Pots. Even the Weld and Lady's Bedstraw are making an effort. I think. They could be weeds. Won't know for a while.
And, since the weather wasn't complete shite, yesterday, here are some photos of Things In The Great Outdoors:
Farmer Goth was all "why do we need mint?" and he's officially used it more than I have.
This one's for you, Jane!
So, I planted two rows of cut-and-come-again lettuce, and one row of rocket, all organized-like, and some fucking creature (cat? Fox? Badger? Who knows...?) rolled up two days later in the middle of the night and dug a great gaping hole in the corner of the crate, so my beautifully crafted lettuce rows were destroyed (hence the metal grate over the top now). In spite of that, they seem to be popping up. Either that, or I'll have a bumper crop of carefully cultivated weeds. We'll probably know in a week or two.
The row of rocket seems to have survived the indignities, at least.
Grow, little pea vines, grow!
The potatoes and nasturtiums continue to prove...something. The ineffability of the spirit of gardening? Even idiots can grow shit? I'm sure there's a deeper meaning happening here, one of which is "I don't know what I'm doing, but I hope I'll get some potatoes out of the deal."
So lush! So green! So probably doing it wrong, but I don't care!
The butterfly mix of seeds has arrived, but I'm going to wait until it's consistently a bit warmer before I put those in, somewhere. That will also give me time to find a somewhere to put them. And the chocolate cosmos will have to wait, as well. I feel like April and May got their weathers switched, which isn't a surprise considering the topsy-turvy world we're in, right now. But flowers, soon, I hope.
It's cloudy, today, and Farmer Goth and I have embarked on a week's Staycation, where we will obsessively go outside and look at all of our plants - several times a day, no doubt - willing them to do something exciting, or bloom, or become an all-singing, all-dancing musical theatre troupe (ok, maybe that last one's just me), and carefully pulling what we hope to God is a weed, and finding new and exciting ways to thwart The Pooping Cat (or fox. Or badger. or Chupacabra). He says he's going to build that last crate, so maybe there will be more exciting news in the next few days. Maybe check back.
*I mean...I could probably, I don't know, use this blog as a reference for when I've done things, so I can keep track of time better? Wouldn't that be clever?
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