|We're ALL alive.|
So, sure, I'm still in known territory with the seedlings. I've started seeds indoors before just fine and these guys are starting just fine.
Granted, I've never started SO MANY seeds indoors - just fine or otherwise - but this isn't really the part of the process I'm worried about.
|Not worried. Yet.|
Though, in a small showing of personal success, I have shuffled this flat of seedlings in and out of the house, so that they could spend the day basking in the unseasonably warm until two days ago spring sunshine, without any disasters and that's a good sign.
If you're in the business of looking for signs, which recently I have been.
|"Brandywine Black" That's a sign. Of some kind anyway.|
Lots of existential wonderings going on around here, my friends, but we'll stick to seedlings for now.
And, thanks to the advice from Cynthia at Love Apple Farms and the reinforcement from y'all - I've constructed a rig that has caused a near perfect germination rate so far.
|Perfect if your tomato seedlings want to catch up on Gordon Parks. Which, why wouldn't they?|
Plus, because I'm me and because I'm a TRACK EVERYTHING dork, I made a germination tracker.
It's just a new tab on the original Garden Tracker, but I figured it all belonged together. And I also figured that my little orange notebook stuffed into the drawer with my garden notebook and beekeeping notebook wasn't adequate for the likes of my anal retentiveness.
|It'll do. For now.|
Take my word for it - I need more spreadsheets. It fills my soul with absurd pointless joy.
And in other I NEED DIS news, I'll be adding to the madness this weekend as I set up another grow op on the bar for my pepper and cucumber seedlings. And I think you know that I'm going to buy another 48 cell flat, so I'm sure I'll sow more than just peppers and cucumbers.
Also, at least one bed of fava beans are coming down this weekend to make way for the first outdoor sown crop of peas.
OK, and *maybe* I'll start some lettuce out there, too. And maybe build one of these. For the lettuce, you know.
It's March 1 and I'm calling the garden a GO. Bubba has left the scene in order to save himself.