It was another sunny day yesterday, which prompted me to spend my lunch hour in the greenhouses.
Normally, the greenhouses require zero active gardening attention between December and February. This is a time of harvests only; it’s rather freeing, I must say. But December through February, in this hemisphere, are when a gardener misses gardening most! Luckily, I am a succession-planting fool. I’m not “required” to garden, but garden I do.
I threw down a whole bunch of Red Sails seeds on a 1’x3′ patch in one bed in November. I was putting seeds away, and noticed that a mouse had decided to make her nest in the paper bag where I was drying this particular lettuce’s seeds…it was quite pee-filled and disgusting. No way I could’ve saved those seeds. So I tipped out the bag to let the baby mice “escape” to the waiting jaws of Penny, Little Edie and a few chickens (hey: it’s recycling) and then I stomped on and shook out the remaining seeds and fluff into this bed. They’d be fine to transplant in January, I thought, and I was right.
Each lettuce bed has a few holes where the resident plants died due to the cold or an overzealous harvest. I plant two baby lettuce plants per hole. They’ll be in shock for a bit but they’ll start puffing up when their neighbors wind down. I expect to eat lettuce out of the greenhouses until late April, just about the time when I transplant little lettuce seedlings and plant lettuce seeds out of doors. Mangia!
And then, it’s harvest time: July-seeded Scarlet Keeper: insane size, but…look at the one to the right center! “What did you have for dinner last night?” “A carrot.”