Indoor sports

 

...pation

Things continue to conspire against me going Full Frontal Urban Gardener - the last chapter of Drainssaga (did I tell you about that?) has yet to be closed, so we can't make decisions about where to put things until we have the full space back. My potting bench still isn't here. The weather is still too cold to do a lot of things. I have to remind myself that it's only March, and that we're already ahead of where we were last year at this time, but I wanna do it right now.

A big part of my eagerness is because the Hearthstone Nursery (as I've just dubbed it) is ticking along nicely!

Each type of flower is now represented in the GrowBars, which is terribly exciting.

Soon my pollinator empire will be complete!

I'll have to wait until they're quite a bit bigger before I can identify which plant is what. I hate waiting.

Meanwhile, the French Breakfast Radishes (aka: the reason I took up gardening) have already outgrown the starter tray lid, so I've moved them all to their own pots and planted new seeds in the tray. Y'all, I planted those last week. I expect a nice rotation of those all season, now, which is very pleasing.

Must be all the wine I've been giving them

The courgette is making a run for it, now, too. Unlike last year, I've only planted four seeds. I can't bear the look of abject horror on Farmer Goth's face when I ruthlessly rip out plants we don't need and pitch them into the Dalek, and don't want to make the same mistake as last year by starting three times more than is strictly necessary. 

Hello, friend!

Somewhat unexpectedly, the tomatoes are starting to sprout. They took ages, last year, so we weren't planning to see any signs for another couple of weeks! I think a combination of us being home all the time, so the heat is on more, and putting the trays on bits of wool batting that comes with some food deliveries has just made for a better environment. Whatever - tomatoes! Cherokee Black, Russian Black and Lilliput are making their appearance, with Russian Black currently in the lead.

Привет, друг!

We're almost out of compost, which is no surprise at all since I was using up last year's batch. My genius idea of putting it into smaller bins continues to be genius. Farmer Goth is working out how to construct protective gear for everything, since the wildlife in the Big Smoke doesn't fuck around. We have a bit of tidying up once the drain nonsense is finished, and then I expect it will be warm enough to plant the peas (the other reason I took up gardening). 

I'll end with this week's Feel Good Story about The Little Acer Maple That Could. I was so worried for my little friend, but he's bouncing back!

Making a run for the Stanley Cup, I suspect