This post has nothing to do with Little Pecky, since she was napping while the following events took place. This is more about my inability to keep a garden calendar. I'm going to do a few garden posts here so I can look back and remember all the steps I took in making a kick-ass garden.
With the help of Grandpapa Tom, I managed to get my hands into the newly dug super-garden that my folks installed last week. Today I planted six pea plants and twelve lettuce starts. We also sewed radishes, Buttercrunch lettuce and two kinds of mesclun. Since mesclun is already a mix of a bunch of different seeds, it seems kind of stupid to have to sew more than one mesclun variety, but whatever. Having 80 unique salad components will be delicious (and probably a bit daunting; frisee AND mustard greens in the same bowl?). I was inspired by the foraged salad I made a few weeks back, which included nearly every edible plant on the premises. It was...bracing. Very astringent and vegetal. But it also made me feel like an italian nonna, casually throwing together some kind of cucina povera dish for my awestruck guests.
Since it was quite cold last week, I've been a little gun-shy about putting in the tomato starts, but they were beginning to look desperate in their tiny peat pots, so we repotted them. Now they're nestled all comfy into one gallon pots full of Nature's Needs compost- totally gorgeous, black compost. (Delivered by a handsome Carhartt-wearing fellow, to boot!)
I have high hopes that I'll be able to plant some more stuff before Grandpapa leaves. Little Pecky has not yet developed her ability to hang out in the garden, and she's too little to go on my back in the sling that I have. Right now, my gardening forays involve a lot of cranky squawking on her part, and a lot of high-pitched, fakey soothing words on my part.
Here's to fertile plantings under the new moon!
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