Plant me! (And ignore the weedy paths!)
You know, going on vacation kinda sucks in one and only one way: the work that you’d otherwise be doing if you stayed home still needs doing. I woke up at 4 this morning in a minor panic about all that hasn’t been done.
So, on to the greenhouses. The one concept one needs to get one’s head around about the winter garden is it’s a harvesting garden, not a growing garden. I should underline, bold-face, italicize that: one harvests most of the fall, winter, and early spring. This means the plants that are in there once it starts getting cold have to be, well, not small! Thus, my early-morning panic.
Penny, showing off some of the new greenhouse frame: more work ahead.
You see, I am still growing some tomatoes in the new greenhouse beds, but they’ve gotta go. These are mostly the paste tomatoes, and yes, they’re still fruiting…though admittedly the plants look mighty sad compared to the beauties growing indoors in the “old” greenhouse. The lower leaves on these outdoor ones are brown and crumpled, and, in general, just look spent. Indoors? I swear they just get taller, and bushier. Currently it’s a spider web of jury-rigged support twine hanging from the framework in there. But those tomatoes have gotta go, too, as do the peppers and eggplants; I will give them to the end of September, then they’re compost. It’s still mighty hot in the greenhouse (100/day, 60/night), so I am a bit scared to plant the usual winter garden suspects (lettuces, mainly, and some kales).
This whole succession-planting thing is a bit of a juggle, I admit that. I don’t usually drop the ball because I really try to nibble off my tasks daily. Monday, the first day of school, was such a day. After dropping the kid off but before I start in on my job, I went to the new greenhouse beds and planted broccoli, kale, oak leaf lettuce and some escarole in one bed. If I do one bed a day, then hey, in 8 days the remaining beds will be filled! But, oh yeah, I have to evict another six beds of tomatoes first. Sigh. I need to pick up the pace.
I will be kinda glad when tomato season is over. Tomatoes can be tyrants. And all I will *have* to do daily in a couple of months is harvest some goodies out of the greenhouse for dinner. Sound good to you? Me too.