There's a lot of debate regarding our impact on the Earth. We deplete the ozone layer, contribute to global warming, fill her with trash, rage against her weather and garden pests and generally behave towards her like a spoiled child as we stomp out our carbon footprints as we march off towards our room to slam the door.
She'll win in the end. She always does. She puts the most succulent of meats inside a rock hard shell, terms it 'lobster,' prices it to where you have to mortgage your house to afford it and laughs her pretty self silly as she watches us with pliers and bibs, cursing and raging to the point we swear we'll never eat that blasted thing again. Until the next time.
Lettuce seeds are right up there on her payback list. I started some of my lettuce in flats tonight...I think. I had the seeds in my hand; that at least I know. I picked them up, placed them in the soil, only to find some hiding under my finger nails three cells later. Which cell didn't get planted? Were these extras that hitchhiked rides along the way? Who knows. I'll let them sprout and then figure it out. You won, lady. You reign supreme, hands down. Your flowers, sunsets, mountains and beaches aren't so shabby, either.
I had two types of lettuce mixes that I ordered one was a gourmet blend and the other a heatwave blend.
The seeds I attempted to work with tonight were the gourmet blend. I'm going to wait to direct sow the heatwave blend since hopefully they'll withstand bolting as long as possible. I remembered to water down the soil before I planted this time and covered the flats with plastic wrap until they sprout. I know some lettuce needs light to germinate so these went directly under the lights to join the cole crops. In a few days, I should know what cells those rogue seeds came from.
The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.
April 15, 2014 - Daddyisms
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