Out of the three first Burpee growing trays — only the peas have really made it so far. Lesson learned, I think. With the batch that I have in Burpee trays now, I will transfer them to little pots with organic potting soil after a week or so.
Anyway, here are the pics from what I did yesterday, mostly:
You can see the two cedar stakes in the first bed here. Before I put them in, I fertilized the bed with Micro-Grow.
I found some wire covered with plastic in the bag containing Robert’s dad’s things that were in the garage and pulled it taut through the holes I had drilled at the top of the stakes.
I pulled some nylon cord through two other holes I had to re-drill in the stakes, and then tied off each end to the ground stakes at each corner. I tied some jute in a loop near the bottom of the cedar stakes. You can see the little pea plants there.
I ran jute from the bottom to the top and tied it off. Then I started planting the peas. I left them in the Burpee tray too long. They were a little floppy, but I planted them so that they could grab onto the jute. (And yes, I used a plastic spoon and fork to plant them.)
After getting all of the seedlings planted, I put the plastic (made in Mexico — the cedar is from Cali) mesh up with some stakes I had already made. I planted a few hopeful looking salad (mesclun) along the side, but I don’t think it will make it.
The second bed went faster. I also found some more nylon twine — thanks to R’s dad — in the garage to stake it. I planted the rest of the peas and the beans I had planted in organic potting soil on the deck.
It’s amazing how much the roots grow before anything shows on the top. I have some little pots free and some new sprouts that need them. Perhaps I’ll transplant some tomorrow. It depends on the weather and whether I change my mind.
Measure twice, cut once. I didn’t here.
I don’t know if the radish will make it, but I planted it anyway.
Boys. Harry had been there just before I got the camera. Later UnPopular damn cat had cornered poor little Junebug amongst the empty pots. I rescued her and vowed to spray that damn cat with vinegar — he can pick on Harry — Harry is quick, but Junebug is off limits. I swore to Big Guy — we will run him off. Period.
(Knock knock knock, twu twu twu, looks like a win on HCR. After tonight and today, I have decided that I just need to take the jump and get some other way to connect to the intertubes. One thing at a time — I’ll do it when I get back from Boston.)
Meanwhile, pups broke into my net in the front yard and pooped again in the bed for the pom. Tomorrow is a new day. I’ll get that back on track then.