Taking the Plunge

I didn’t have a spare moment for an entry last week, and time just keeps flying by. Gardening often feels like this disorienting mix of stasis and sneaky rapid change, when the plants refuse to move under your impatient eye, then suddenly morph (or just die) when you turn your back. Like how pots don’t boil until you stop watching. Understanding the ebbs and flows demands some kind of organized monitoring, otherwise all the details, temporal and otherwise, get lost in the ether. I think I need to set up a spreadsheet.

Today I moved some of the first round of plantings outside for good. Six weeks seems long enough to wait, and I still have other first rounders in partially indoor reserve for comparison. I’ve used the empty slots in the seed tray to add a third round of Kamo, Lady Choi, and seeds saved off of last year’s artichoke.

Bombed and Bitten

Field Trip