I had Big Plans for this spring’s planting schedule. I was going to put in new seeds and/or plants every weekend from the last frost date (end of Feb) on through May. I started planting lettuce, carrots, and beets and waited for nature to take its course.
and then, it rained.
Not just light spring showers. Continuous downpour. It turned my beds into compacted rock in which no seed could germinate.
I started over. Beets, carrots, arugula. Even the tomato plants. Then, a mystery I call “The Deadly Second Box” occurred.
I plant my tomato plants in four adjacent beds. Beds one, three and four are doing fine. Bed two seems to be the tomato killing field though it consists of the exact same soil as the other three. I have now put three separate tomato plants in there and all three have died. What’s in there? Some kind of evil Loch Ness tomato-eating monster? I can’t figure it out.
In the meantime, I fumbled through March, with the successive plantings, and then last weekend, I did my final early-Spring push. The last beds of beets (Chioga, Detroit Red), carrots (Oxhearts) and arugula went in. I put in basil plants and three beds of basil seeds, along with green and white Cos Romaine. I gave Bed Two its last Momotaro tomato plant victim, and put in Ancho and Sweet Bell pepper plants.
I’ve decided this year to put bush-type tomato plants in separate pots, leaving the beds for vine varieties that I can train vertically up the old wire gate we use as a trellis. So I planted one of those, and then two sunflower plants, for the seeds (chicks love ’em).
It’s raining again today, but at least it’s a softer rain, not nature’s version of Doc Martens trampling on the seeds. Or so I hope. In a week or so, I’ll see if I was right about that.