Progress
For the longest time, I didn't write because I had nothing to report. I hadn't knit, it was suddenly too cold to garden in the month of April, and I didn't want to bore anyone.
I closed my eyes and come out of a time warp into the middle of May with so much to report I may have to do multiple blog posts. Next goal up: a posting schedule.
This post will be about my garden. First off a status shot:
This may not look like much, but compare it to the "before" status shot and you'll see what most of my gardening time has been. My ambition is to clear out all of the grass between the sidewalk and the garden patch, as well as planting all of the area around the tree stump. (You can see the tree stump there, but it's behind the rose bushes.
The weather has gone from unseasonably warm, to unseasonably cold, to unseasonably wet. I have been impatient to get things in the ground. This was made even worse because my seed catalog orders came in. So I planted a row of lettuce in the back of my old patch, in a long row. Then I planted rows of peas and carrots as I cleared out more space.
Many weeks later and I declared the lettuce a failure. Nothing was coming up in that space but creeping charlie, constant bane of my existence. I still haven't seen any sign of the carrots. But sure enough, the peas came up, only a little late.
That's them in a nice little row there. But wait, what's that behind the chives?
One tiny clump of lettuce popped up, weeks late, as a result of the constant rain these last two weeks. They're tiny, and I will need to thin them, but the Forellenschluss is upon us.
Too bad we bought two nine packs of "red" lettuce from Menards to make up for it already:
And since when do plants come in nine packs, I ask?
Mid-April brought seed potatoes. Those I did not know what to do with, and since it was too cold to get much done, I didn't worry about it until the smell of old potatoes filled the house. So I put on my big girl pants, googled extensively, read all of my gardening books and then said "Screw it" and cut the seed potatoes in chunks and threw them in the ground. Recently we found sprouts, they're still too small to really see.
Two weeks of rain put a huge dent in our drought. The perennials are happy, and it's almost warm enough to put the recent acquisitions in the ground. The herbs look great:
The dianthus continue to defy belief:
It's an annual! It's a biennial! It's a viscoelastic polymer made out of polypeptide chains but you eat it!
The struggling perennials have pulled through, even the blueberry, which looked dead to the world long before the end of this last season.
The asparagus is alive, if not ready to harvest this year, and the garlic continues to thrive despite being stepped on at every possible opportunity:
And since I can't think of a suitable ending, have a rose bud instead:
I closed my eyes and come out of a time warp into the middle of May with so much to report I may have to do multiple blog posts. Next goal up: a posting schedule.
This post will be about my garden. First off a status shot:
The weather has gone from unseasonably warm, to unseasonably cold, to unseasonably wet. I have been impatient to get things in the ground. This was made even worse because my seed catalog orders came in. So I planted a row of lettuce in the back of my old patch, in a long row. Then I planted rows of peas and carrots as I cleared out more space.
Many weeks later and I declared the lettuce a failure. Nothing was coming up in that space but creeping charlie, constant bane of my existence. I still haven't seen any sign of the carrots. But sure enough, the peas came up, only a little late.
Too bad we bought two nine packs of "red" lettuce from Menards to make up for it already:
Mid-April brought seed potatoes. Those I did not know what to do with, and since it was too cold to get much done, I didn't worry about it until the smell of old potatoes filled the house. So I put on my big girl pants, googled extensively, read all of my gardening books and then said "Screw it" and cut the seed potatoes in chunks and threw them in the ground. Recently we found sprouts, they're still too small to really see.
Two weeks of rain put a huge dent in our drought. The perennials are happy, and it's almost warm enough to put the recent acquisitions in the ground. The herbs look great:
The struggling perennials have pulled through, even the blueberry, which looked dead to the world long before the end of this last season.
The asparagus is alive, if not ready to harvest this year, and the garlic continues to thrive despite being stepped on at every possible opportunity:
And since I can't think of a suitable ending, have a rose bud instead:
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