Spring is here, happy dance, happy dance. The weather is unbelieveable for mid March, it is expected to reach the upper 70’s today, the birds are returning to the area and treating us to their song. In town, the tulips, jonquils, and forsythia are all in bloom. Up here on the mountain, the buds are swelling, the grass is greening.
The sprout light finally arrived yesterday and the kale, cabbage, and chard seeds were replanted on the heat mat, under the light. The peppers and tomatoes that were up, perked up toward the light source.
Later today, I will plant 3 beds of peas for shoots and peas. There is no finer vegetable than peas fresh from the garden before they get starchy. Shortly, it will be time to plant lettuce, radishes, turnips, and onions. I see fresh veggies in our future.
It has taken us 6 years, but we finally feel like we have a finished home, yard, and garden. There is still some landscaping and fencing to be done, but spring brings the weather to accomplish some of these tasks.
I’ve even moved some of the heartier potted herbs out to the deck.
Well, the weekend has rolled around again and I have nothing to show for the week. I guess that is what happens when you slug around or doze in the recliner trying to feel better. The antibiotics are helping, but I still have difficulty breathing if I exert myself.
It is a gorgeous day outside, sunny, mid 50’s, relatively calm winds today, so we ventured in to the farmer’s market with the pup for some socialization with the herd of kids running around, the other pups visiting with their owners and scored some turnips, spinach, cheese, and 2 bars of soap. Not a bad beginning to the morning. Feeling pretty good, we continued this adventure with pup for a very short walk on the Huckleberry trail, working on come and sit with lots of treats.
Returning home, Jim volunteered to help me get the 2 Asian pears and 2 dwarf blueberries in the ground before they came out of dormancy in the garage, or died from neglect. This almost proved too much for my healing system and I am now back in the recliner, trying not to have to take a dose of the codeine cough syrup which I think helps only by knocking me out. Being in the garden makes me want to be in the garden more. I see the weeds are beginning and know that if I don’t do something about them soon, the task will be much more daunting in a couple more weeks and out of control in a month. I failed to get a winter cover crop down in the fall as that was just as hubby broke his humerus and could do almost nothing for himself.
My plant light still has not arrived and the cute little sprouts on Wednesday are now 4 inch long leggy seedling that will not survive, so I guess all of the starts will have to be restarted.
I am going to wait for the light to be in hand before I do this to guarantee this won’t repeat itself. Unfortunately, the tomatoes that sprouted were a variety that I only had 6 seeds, since tomatoes are pretty forgiving, I may just plant them in deeper pots under the light and see if they strengthen up.
Against cloudy skies
Soil soggy from overnight rain
Such is a late winter morn in the mountains.