If We Only Had a Wheelbarrow, That Would Be Something

 


Now we are getting somewhere! Cold frame activated. I don't know that it is making much of a difference yet. The soil and air temperatures were the same inside & outside, but it was cloudy today when I took the measurements, and I only put it up yesterday, so you can't expect the soil temperature to change much yet. I'm going to try to speed the zucchini along after I let it sit for a week with a black contractor bag at the bottom and covered. This after tonight, when I will uncover it to receive the 1.5" of rain we are supposed to get.

Weirdly - this bed is producing garlic. I planted garlic in it two years ago, and behold, even after a season & having a bag of raised bed soil & compost piled into it, bam, garlic coming up.

I planted snow peas in the bed with the new trellis. Next weekend we will do more cold weather crops.

While I try to like it, I'm really not a fan of the spring. Here it is, 4/20, and it is still cold enough outside to warrant a fire in the fireplace. Which, much as I love chopping wood, it is getting a little bit old. 

Yesterday's 20-mile run was punctuated by my eyes watering from the freezing wind howling across the nearby Bailey Fields. Some lunatics were out there in shorts & t-shirts, but I'm still in insulation & a vest and long pants. 

Surely it will warm up soon.

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