Bees buzzing around the blooming lilac, and the tomato transplants happy in their bigger homes, and the weed-violets that I love so much are up…Sigh. It feels so good to be outside.
I kept running into garter snakes all day while I worked, which made me happy, though they were a little taken aback to have this hoomin tromping around their land, disturbing their sunshine-y dozing.
I sowed the spinach (actually used markers and twine! I’ll be able to tell where I planted them this year!), but I’m a little concerned about the Kitchen Garden bed. On Thursday, I dug up the soil, put together some landscape timbers to create a slight raised-bed effect, and then lined the bottom of the bed with some twigs and sticks a la Hegelkul- heigelrnkultur…Whatever. That thing everyone’s been doing. Then I put on a bunch of compost and purchased topsoil. But… I don’t think I though it through in my enthusiasm. It’s a leetle too shallow—when I plant the tomatoes, their roots will prbably have to work around the sticks—and I kind of brushed off comments I read like “nitrogen draft.”
Well, whatever. Never met a gardening mistake I haven’t tried.
Went ahead and planted three bush bean seeds + lettuce in the three big pots (almost stepping on a snoozing garter snake in the process). Only had enough Mesclun Mix for one of the pots. Boo.
All the while I was puttering around, I kept looking at two volunteer tomatoes that came up in the old spinach bed, from the compost. I know, I know—I swore I’d be ruthless about volunteers, but that sneaky spring-time paranoia keeps lurking. That fear that something will go terribly wrong, and I’ll need back-up plants. So, finally, I gave in and transplanted them to pots. They’ll ruin my all-black tomato scheme, and I have no room for them, but hey, I was raised Catholic. All that guilt.
And while I was at it, I dug up some sunflower volunteers and moved them to the Peony Bed and the Under the Oak Garden. Late last summer, two of the Russian Mammoths keeled over face-first into the lawn like a pair of drunken frat boys. And like I would treat a pair of drunken frat boys, I just sort of left them there, face-first in the lawn. At least for a while.
But now I have these little volunteers coming up in the grass. I hadn’t planned on sunflowers this year, but Matt likes ‘em, and I can’t help but admire plucky volunteers, so… transplanted them.
I’ve read that sunflowers have a sort of plant-repelling effect, so can discourage growth of other plants. Hmm.
Guess we’ll see if that’s true.