thought of taking a ride
To look, even if from the parking lot at The Farmer’s Daughter, and dream and sigh about gardens, really need to go. Somewhere. I may still do it to move, roam. Drive around then come home — don’t need to stop anywhere, just need to go. I have been isolated for a few years, I’m sorry to say, keeping to myself and home more than I care to admit, since I now work from home, so this social distancing hasn’t affected me much. Except that being told to do it makes me not want to do it. But I have, and shall continue to be safe.
The other thing I will do today: at last open the seed packets, clean containers, etc. to start gardening on my own. We have a test greenhouse. In the fall, we covered one of the beds (the one that gets the most sun in winter) by installing a stake and plastic tube dome, draping four mil plastic over it, and ‘searing’ it with rocks and terracotta planters.
surprisingly, it worked
Less than half what was inside survived, although I did not care for it well. At all, really. I did nothing but take the snow or ice off it eventually.
Since it works, we’re planning to create something studier next fall. A wee bit like our granddaughter’s bed frame. It’s the only way I can explain it to my husband.
i hear birds
The sun on the plastic creates moisture inside, and droplets fall on the ground, but most amazingly, create warmth and steaminess. My eyeglasses fog when I uncover it sometimes. So it is a bit arid in there. I understand that I don’t know what I’m doing and seem to prefer learning by experience, could read and find out exactly what to do, but this was an experiment. Now I expect I will need to water the seeds since it is spring and the experiment is over and I want stuff: green stuff. Must also order collinear hoe missing part and culantro seeds (cilantro’s hefty cousin).
The Farmer’s Daughter garden center is closed — as it should be. Good thing I checked before leaving. Although the ride there would be nice.