On the evenings when the weather goes under 50, I’ll pull the plastic cover over the bed to preserve the heat.
The front of the bed (above) has got my FreeCycle Stella D’Oro day lillies that I got last fall. It was one big clump, but I divided it into smaller clumps. I’ve also got some of the perennials planted there that I got from volunteering at The Great Perennial Divide last fall. I can’t remember when, but I transplanted the spinach plants and a couple broccoli in with the perennials. And then sometime before the 14th I planted the turnip soil blocks that I triple sowed (three seeds to one block). Yeah, I know. Turnips in seed blocks sounds a little unusual, but that’s me. Unusual thoughts cross my mind.
Squash grows well in compost, but of course it’s too early to plant squash. Then I was thinking if I had a way of covering the squash with a cloche or something, maybe I could just keep it covered. But then I was thinking squash grows so fast, that wouldn’t work. Then…one of those thoughts. What if I buried the cold frame I made into the hill of compost and dig down a little bit . Actually, that would be the only way I could really use the cold frame because, genius that I am, I used 4-inch wood to make a frame for the window.
So, that’s what I did. I angled the cold frame on the hill of compost, dug out some of the compost and planted three squash in a hill…with frost predicted that night . (Just to put this in perspective, I find gardening to be one of a couple very good stress relievers, and life around here has been a little stressful lately).
It did get down into the 30s last night, but this morning the plants were looking a-ok. So, we’ll see how this turns out.
Today I transplanted my peppers and tomatoes that were growing in the soil blocks into cups. They’re growing fine, but I don’t know how long they’re supposed to stay in the soil blocks. I did leave a couple out just to see if they will keep up with the plants that are in the cups.
That’s it for me. I’m going to chill out and enjoy the rest of this Sunday evening.
(Mr. G, thanks for the plants)