Spring is
the time for new beginnings and while I am anxiously awaiting my first trees, my
brother anxiously awaits his first child.
Obviously my thing is way more scary.
My brother and my
good friend offered their help to get me on track to have my field ready in
time for planting. With Marilyn’s strong back all of the
holes are prepared and mulched for my pommes, stones, and berries. My own back
has been turning over soil to make raised beds for strawberries, trenches for
asparagus, and a patch where I will sow native flowers. And with Jack's knowledge of carpentry the trellises are mostly done, now I only have to add the wire and the grape vines!
This week
should also be the last for frost (though I’ll make sure not to trust the
weather forecast for a while longer) which means my vegetable and flower
seedlings are beginning to think of moving outdoors. Full disclosure: my
seedlings are the ugliest, weakest, and unhappiest plants I have ever seen.
Those that managed to sprout and that haven’t died from damping off shrivel up
as soon as I put them outside like the mere thought of a breeze is enough to
make them faint. All and all it has started my adventure off on a bit of a
minor key.
I can think
of several reasons why the seedlings are struggling.I think the
main issue is that I tried to start them in a 50/50 mix of potting soil and
coconut coir. Skimping on the growing medium and trays has taught me my first
important lesson in growing: if you’re going to do something, do it right. No more
half-assed-ness going on here.
Speaking of
asses, here are Eden’s Rise’s neighbours. These two horses come watch me as I work, then go back to their grazing when they get bored of that. They'll likely find me much less boring when I'm harvesting apples five years from now.
The big
stuff is all happening this week, stay tuned for updates on the new life in Eden's Rise!