I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me, but…the stuff in the greenhouse is growing.
This is a really dumb revelation, of course. Duh: things in the greenhouse are supposed to grow, El. You see, though, I approached the greenhouse contents as things in a gigantic refrigerator. Mentally, of course, we all approach our refrigerators as a place of biological limbo, a place of suspended animation. I had gotten so used to seeing everything in there as these wee little precious plants which must be left alone, barely harvested.
I know what is to blame for the suspension of my normal gardening common sense. From all the winter gardening books I had read, I simply had been led to believe that I should NOT expect anything during winter. It’s too cold, and there’s just not enough light to stimulate growth. Just get the seedlings up and growing to a modest height by the end of October, and then sit and wait until February when they’ll start growing again, and you can harvest them in earnest. I didn’t expect a flush of growth in January! (Joy!) What this means, of course, is I can up my harvests from one large salad a week to two, or maybe three. One fresh veggie for dinner to two.
Nirvana for me is a couple of our eggs, poached, atop a bed of our salad greens. Add an apple from our trees and some local wine, and, well. Yum.