Our newest little gardener arrived yesterday in quite the hurry. Everyone is sleepy and happy, and we parents can’t believe how lucky we are and how much more we already love her than we did. Thank you all for your well wishes these past months. It was very special and kind of y’all.
Enjoying the final days (or weeks) of pregnancy before the baby comes, and now also enjoying some new colors in the front yard.
The scarlet flax didn’t return in the heat bed (sprouts lost in the frost) but survived up by the house.
I have been waiting and waiting for these cosmos to open…and more that they have? Yeah, those aren’t cosmos…did I sow larkspur? Maybe?
I did plant some ranunculus bulbs! I’ve tried to get these suckers to grow for more than three years now, and finally -finally! I found a spot that suits them.
My only gardening plans for the next month or three consist of getting the tomatoes out of their overgrown starter pots and into pots they could spend the whole season in if necessary, since we’re moving sometime in the next few months. It may just be a tomatoes-at-the-farmers-market year, we’ll see.
February 26th, 2012. The tomato plants that spent the year giving us over 100 pounds of tomatoes…
February 23rd, 2014. The tomato plants I’ve started for this year…
Tomatoes could conceivably go into the ground in a week, and those babies are likely to be a tasty snack for a snail before they reach any size large enough to fend off attackers.
So DH and I are headed to The Natural Gardener today for a few things:
*Tomato plants
*Pepper plants, because they’re just as far behind
*Drip irrigation! (Maybe, if I can decide how many whatchamathings, dohickeys, and such to arrange)
*Soil food, as both of my compost piles are still cooking.
But in a few ways, I’m ahead of the game this year. I sowed the first round of beans yesterday. Some Tiger Eye and Yin Yang (soup beans) and some Soleil (green). Hopefully being two weeks early on 2012 sowings won’t be too much of a risk, but the extended forecast has some rain, a lot of sun in the 60s and 70s, and nothing lower than 40s at night.
Looking back at posts and photos from 2012, I find myself missing the extra 400 square feet I had that year. My three new beds this year will help scratch that itch some, and DH is talking about building a potato tower as well. I’m glad I ventured into a community garden plot, and depending on the timeline of when we move next and the space we move into, I may join one (a different one) again in the future. For now though, I’ll enjoy the isolation, the quiet, and the energy only from the sun and soil – enjoying my time away from the noise of others’ thoughts.
And then behind again, as I thought I’d posted this last Sunday.
We picked up everything except the peppers, which weren’t in stock yet (but are at the Farmer’s Market tomorrow!) The irrigation has been installed, and the weather forecast checked again so the tomatoes went in last Sunday.
Nursey tomatoes are usually varieties I know little about, or am not sure actually work well where I am. Beefsteaks explode in the heat before they ripen, for example, and Brandywines need cooler temperature to set fruit than we have by the time they bloom.
These are both new-to-me varieites of Valley Girl on the left and Homestead #24 on the right.
And then the forecasters did what they do and changed their minds. 30 degrees Tuesday night. DH had also moved Bill the Lime Tree outside on the word of the forecasters, so Bill and the tomatoes shared a tarp Tuesday night and were no worse for the wear. In fact, the six inches of rain overnight the following evening really perked those tomatoes up!
We picked up some other tomatoes as well, that I’ll plant this weekend when it’s back to 80 degrees.
And in the meantime, the winter greens are trucking along come dry or high temperatures.
I cannot make spinach happy. I try sowing it in the fall with the chard and kale…nope. I try with the winter lettuce. I try with the spring beans. It doesn’t take. I still try, but have nearly started to think of spinach seeds as a soil amendment.
And then there’s this guy. This guy can came up in the shade of a Thai basil and I didn’t even notice him until the basil wilted in a freeze months ago. Since then he’s grown, greened up, and gained a richness to his sheen.
I last sowed spinach in this bed two autumns past.
And they say seeds don’t last long!
I’ve been waiting, less than patiently, for months. Any progress? Any change? ANYTHING?
Then, three days ago, DH calls to me from outside, “Honey, you need to come here!” (I can’t tell from his tone if he’s found something really cool in an on-purpose way, or something really cool in a strangely-unexpected way.) I go outside.
He’s not by the main garden bed. He’s not by the compost or pomegranate or mulberry. He’s back by the grills (yes, two) standing in a large puddle of water.
“Did something burst?” I ask.
“No no, I was just watering. Look over there,” he soothes with a nod to the back corner bed.
Before I’m even there I can see what it’s going to be… 
Singing with color, prancing in illuminated drops of water, the broccoli has made broccoli. 
Even the little runt of the bed is basking in the sunlight. 
I hope they’ve survived the freezing rain we had yesterday under their blanket! Tomorrow will warm up enough to uncover them and survey the damage.
plumdirt 