I’m tempted to apply an Instagram filter, and caption the photo with something like #red #blackcenters #tulip #spring #grow #pretty #sobright #etc…
Anyways, tulips for your viewing pleasure. And for my digital garden notes: “today the tulips bloomed, and I thought about turning the compost.”
Happy Wednesday all.
Today I planted sugar snap peas that I saved a couple years ago, along with some spinach from 2010. Both sets of seeds passed the germination test – now they have to pass the “we-skipped-spring-and-went-directly-to-summer” test, as cold season crops. It’s supposed to get to 24°C today.
I should have ventured further than the snowbank blocking my path yesterday. If I had, I’d have found all of this:
A tiny asparagus shoot.
Chives, coming up much more quickly than the ones in my windowsill.
Onions of some perennial variety, transplanted last summer from an Aunt’s overwhelmed garden.
A few tiny iris leaves.
Of course, tulips. It must be spring.
Hello spring. You’re a month late, but I’ll take it.
We turned a page in the SCIC Global Action Calendar.
How ’bout a meat free Mother’s Day feast?
Spring arrived better than a month ago, right?
It snowed again yesterday.
At least there are signs of life inside:
The first seedlings for the windowsills. It’s a thicket of lettuce sprouts! Surely I’m not the only one who can’t be bothered to place every little lettuce seed into a perfectly spaced formation…
The first seedling for the garden! It’s a baby Roma!
Also, new critters arrived today.
Here is the worm house, awaiting their arrival:
I shredded the first 5 newspapers by hand. And then my husband bought me a shredder.
The latest addition to our family of critters has arrived. They were wiggling away from the sun, sorry about the terrible photo.
Hopefully they survive…
So, I started seeds yesterday. Two and a half weeks late. And then it snowed. Who wants to start seeds when there’s at least four feet of snow left in the garden and it’s still snowing?
Seeds (cheap grocery store varieties, and one lovely locally grown heirloom variety), along with my compostable pots – a few peat pots and pellets (*cringe*) from a couple years ago, and my lazily peeled toilet paper rolls.
Planted seeds, tucked in with my oddball recycling, and leveled with the latest issue of the Prairie Dog. The last of my unsustainable peat pellets and pots. From now on, it’s newspaper pots and toilet paper rolls.
They’re all fairly quick to mature, so given that they sprout, my cat doesn’t eat the seedlings, and they survive the transplanting and sub-par soil in my garden, I should be able to get a decent crop this year. We’ll be overrun with tomatoes from family anyways, so I guess I shouldn’t worry too much. We’ll make salsa. Om nom nom salsa in the fall: the garden blog will come full circle.
Seeds basking in the warmth of a sunny window.
Did I mention that the sun finally came out in full force today, and I’m starting to find my sidewalk under the “we gave-up shoveling in Februaruy” snow?
