I'm determined to grow carrots this spring. Last spring, they were a total failure and I can't decide if it was because I didn't leave them in the ground long enough or if it got too hot too quickly. During the fall, I had greater success, but I'm eager to prove they can be done this spring as well....that is if they don't bolt like the rest of my onions and all of my red meat radishes did today. *sigh*
Then, I took everyone's advice to heart and thinned out the sweet potatoes in the pots to only two slips per pot. I originally put the others in the main garden, but realized that if I was going to let those carrots grow until they either worked or bolted, I was going to have no where to put my melons. So, I sacrificed the slips and they came out again. I emailed a co-worker today who said she'd love to plant them ASAP. I'm sure they'll be totally stressed after being planted and uprooted three times, but hopefully they'll bounce.
That brings me to another statement, and I don't think it's a complaint. I'm working on the word 'statement.' Monday, I took my surplus tomato seedlings and put them in the faculty mail room. Within three minutes of my school wide email about their availability, my box was returned to me empty. I was thrilled that others would want them. However, I don't know who is going to plant them since no one sent a thank you, which wasn't really necessary and I didn't even think about it until I started getting emails back stating that they were gone, and I didn't have enough, etc. I'm grateful that people would grow them if I started them and I may consider doing some more, and I intended to give them away so I'm not upset by the lack of thank yous, so I don't quite know what I am. Consternated, maybe, that the only ones to respond were ones with mild, although appreciative, rebukes? Eh...maybe I'm not quite sure I am anything at all. I'm most likely just being a girl and over analyzing as is my God given right for being a woman. Just makes me realize I need to vocalize my thanks more, even for the smallest things. It's something I was apparently needing to learn.
The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.
January 27, 2015 - Family update
2 years ago