Ahhh, finally I can move around my room freely without worry about trampling hundreds of Kale, Collard, Scallions, Chard and Boc Choi starts. An untimely death may find my basil, tomatos, peppers, cukes and flowers if I trip while walking around my bedroom at 3 am in the dark, but I still feel pretty confident.
We had a beautiful weekend, above 50 both days, and warm in the sun. A small window before two days of warm gentle spring rain. Perfect for getting some transplanting done. It is a lot of tedious work to get these guys in the ground, and then to watch the get blown around by the wind! Ah, it’s like leaving your baby in a tide pool.
But, like the time honored tradition of leaving your baby in a tide pool (in hopes of her growing up to be the best Mariner in Rhode Island history) it was the right thing to do, and the rain left them pretty much intact.
Laura and I gingerally placed the other babies in the ground at our Bowdoin St. Garden in Olnyville. We also planned out our squash and cucumber rows. Talked about planting a bed of strawberries, ordering manure and adding a perrenial herb garden up there. As an added bonus, we checked up on our 30 pounds of planted garlic, and they are coming up strong.
The garden at B’Doyn street is atop a surprisingly large and steep hill. The forest below is a twisted wonderland. Beautiful, by comparason to the pot hole laden streets of Olnyville, yet with a strange… how do you say.. Je ne sais quois. Bordering the mighty Woonasquatucket River (translating to river of shopping carts).
Like the mystery spot of Michigan, or the Magnetic Hill of New Brunswick, the forest behind our garden is a place where the natural world is upside down. But my opinions on Vortexes such as there are best saved for another blog post.