February! Hark, I hear the swoosh of the swing of the season!
Admittedly, this is wishful thinking on my part. We’re a long way off from spring, but we’re not far at all from spring planning. And most gardening folk are thinking about the upcoming growing season, myself included. I am about two weeks from stringing up the basement lights for early onions, for example; exciting, but also…the worst part of my own garden calendar. I abhor indoor gardening.
No, I am thinking about how much less work I can do this year. Every year, it’s my goal to bite off less, to realize the value of my most precious resource: my time. I will say that the longer one gardens, the more shortcuts one finds. One needs to pay attention, though. If I don’t want to weed, I must mulch; if I want to maximize the harvest out of one bed, I must be merciless about pulling plants and reseeding/replanting. It becomes a bit of a game. And games can be mastered.
So I am trying to master the game that is the onion family. I seeded three greenhouse beds with those little hard black seeds yesterday: leeks, red and white and yellow onions. I placed them between the green sprouts of the rows of garlic. If all goes well, this one step will save me days of anxiety pampering those damned indoor seed trays. They’ll take longer to grow, but the conditions in the greenhouses are both out of my control and perfect for seed-sprouting, if you happen to be an onion seed.
I will of course plant them indoors, too, but, if it’s a successful experiment, then next year the basement lights will only come out for the tomatoes and peppers, and maybe celery/parsley. And THAT will save me lots of time. And swearing.