As someone that grew up by the ocean, I am rather intrigued by the notion of planting by the moon. Much like tides were a constant part of my life growing up, the speculation behind why this method helps your plantings is similar. Continue reading “Planting by the moon?”
Tag: starting from seed
Planting by the moon?
There may be some ghosts of seedlings past after all.
A third type of leaf formation has presented itself on the now third seedling/baby that has pushed past the soil in the spider plant pot. Continue reading “There may be some ghosts of seedlings past after all.”
Making our 2019 seed list–part 2
Notice: I’m a bit tuckered, but I want to get at least part of this out tonight, so I hope to post part 3 either late tomorrow or Monday.
My partner will swear to his death that he is a black thumb. “If you want something to fail, let me plant it,” he says. Continue reading “Making our 2019 seed list–part 2”
Hockey puck soil.
The herb kit I mentioned came with what looked to me like hockey pucks made from soil. The directions to return them to a less dry and condensed state seemed straightforward enough, until it didn’t work as described. Continue reading “Hockey puck soil.”
Doing my level best…
I have been getting ready when I can to begin the indoor seed starters out of what we have so far already seed wise. I hope to have at least four veggies in their starter pots by this time next week. If I manage more–woo hoo! Continue reading “Doing my level best…”
Indoor pot followup – 23rd July 2018
The two seedlings have grown a bit more, and we’re thinking to give them a few more days before we transplant them. It might be faulty thinking, but after the yard party yesterday, I’d rather give them a bit more time to grow indoors so they don’t become victims of the critters. Continue reading “Indoor pot followup – 23rd July 2018”
Just when I had almost given up…
…I noticed something had changed while we were failing to photograph the monarch egg and I stepped into the kitchen for some reason I can’t recall now. I happened to glance over at the pot on the counter, and was five years old all over again.