Well except the cold, the wind, the rain, non-gardening work and feelings of fatigue after doing too much in a time of pleasant conditions. I’m beginning to think I’m getting a bit soft. I have memories of seasons years ago when I would have pushed through on a cold day with gloves, a beanie and oodles of good intentions. I got stuff done. But in the old garden, a window of time where it was nice weather and the soil wasn’t soggy was an opportunity not to be wasted. Dry crumbly soil was a rarity and an afternoon shower could set you back weeks.
In my new garden things are different. The soil is very rarely soggy and if it ever is, its not for long. Maybe this is making me soft. The sense of urgency has been removed. So, when the day is dry but unbearably cold (by my standards up here in the northern Waikato) I wimped out and headed indoors. But to be fair there was a driving wind with gusts around 40km/h delivering the cold and just being out in it was exhausting. And you couldn’t blame living by the sea for this wind – it was coming from an inland direction.
But progress has been made. On the only nice day that I had availability. A delightful combination of things in my garden right now. And I made the most of it. I looked at the seedlings that were sown in early August in the corner of the dome, positioned proudly on the new shelves. They seemed swamped by the number of seed trays that were still awaiting of signs of life, that held the hopes and dreams for the majority of my garden. But on closer inspection (also known as admiring – which I do often, along with willing my seed trays to give up their seedlings to the light) I decided they had grown enough and really needed to be repotted in to pots of their own so they could grow on, in the journey to be amazing.
It was a lovely time, in the warmth of the dome and before I knew it a couple of hours had passed me by. Looking around the green to brown balance in the greenhouse had changed and it was the plants that dominated the scene. As repetitive and time consuming transplanting can be – it is one of my favourite spring chores as I get to know each plant personally and imagine them taking their place in the garden in full maturity.
Feeling encouraged by my efforts, instead of stopping there I decided to deal with my brassica conundrum. I really wasn’t sure what to do about the young cabbages still growing there. They were starting to heart up so could have been good candidates to be eaten, but it felt too soon. But I needed the space, and greedily all the other spaces in the garden. There wasn’t a single spot that could temporarily house some poor wee cabbages – so I dug them up and bunged them in pots. They haven’t seemed to mind – so far.
This cleared the way to sorting out the bed, removing the spent, bolting and ready to harvest crops. It felt good in the afternoon sun to be changing the shape of the landscape once again. Some of the brassicas had gotten quite tall and as the end bed in the first row, you eye is drawn to them. I then refreshed the bed and mixed in compost, well rotted manure and other bits and bobs and should have probably stopped there as the day was getting on.
But I saw my pea seedlings sitting there… waiting… and thought it wouldn’t take much longer to finish the job and get them in the ground. I put up their trellis and freed the seedlings from the seed tray, gently untangling their roots and lovingly securing them in the ground. I didn’t quite have enough, so I finished the row with seeds and took my weary body inside for a quality relax on the sofa – feet up on the foot stool and did nothing more for the day.
That was 3 days ago. Nothing much has happened since, because of the cold, the wind, the rain, non-gardening work and feelings of fatigue after doing too much in a time of pleasant conditions. But I still feel good about it because I achieved so much.
Come again soon – I look forward to my next burst of over exuberance in the garden.
Sarah the Gardener : o)