Hmmm? Taken leave of my senses? No, no more than normally. Oh, the title, I’m being punny, well, sorta. I hate explaining the joke, wait, no I like doing it, pompous ass, that’s me. Not really…are you writing that down!? Spell my name right, in the blue crayon if you please. I’m subtly letting you know we’re embarking on a maunder. So, stoning the crows, it’s either an exclamation of shock or what I’d like to do to those birds tearing up my planters. What am I shocked at? Why the harlequin, known sometimes as the fool, squash are starting. I was worried, but there are already four starting and way too many planted. So, in holding out hope I haven’t erred. So, you can imagine that Jack is a happy soul. The weather is supposed to pick up and I should be kept pleasantly busy.
I’d swear that I’m seeing more seeds than I planted. Better to have more down than I need. An empty pot is an annoyance. Every set seems to have started at he same time, much better than last year’s hodgepodge of random seeds being planted at odd intervals. I’m learning. It’s pretty simple fare, cabbages, broccoli, purple broccoli, cauliflower. I also have some spinach seeds to be sown, not for me, not for anyone really, they were on offer and I hadn’t very much choice. Still it’s fun watching them grow.
I think the more even heat of the greenhouse is really helping. I’ve moved my thermometer as I think I was getting a false reading. It’s reading at about twenty Celsius and that’s what squash seeds start to germinate at. I don’t think we have the right weather for squash germination, growing seems fine once they’re established. Harlequin is still new and unknown so maybe it’s just better suited and I hope the Table King will do well too. It’s amazing how much you can learn and still have no real idea what’s happening. It’s fun though, life is filled with these little joys we should protect and cherish.
I was lucky enough to be able to buy a pair of bareroot currant bushes, black and red. From the packets description they seem to be less finicky than the other berry bushes. I’m not overly interested in eating either, not to say I won’t, it’s more a case of wanting to see them grow and perhaps regretting not planting them when I had the chance. There’s supposed to be blackberry bushes coming into stock soon so I’m keeping an eye out. I’m glad I cleaned out the garden last year or I’d never have had the space for all these pots and plants.
I don’t think poor Jack will ever be the great-explainer, you know, the one with a quick, informative answer to any botanical question posed. I’m more of the struggling, vacant stare type. The knowledge is there, it’s just stuffed somewhere deep in my brain. My recall is iffy. It’s not that I don’t care or pay attention, I just struggle to separate things. Ask a question about squash and my mind races with all that I know, then I try to think what it is you need to know and by the end I’m just wishing I could get back to my squash. Funnily some-things I can’t forget. I recently played a video-game I haven’t played in a decade or more and everything came to me before it unfolded in game. It’s the same with books or movies. I’m like an idiot-savant without the savant part. Ah, well, I have you dear reader and I have squash. If anyone is really interested they’ll take the time to listen. Why are you sticking your fingers in your ears like that?
My gardening routine is starting to develop. I think I’ll always want to try new things, new plants, edible and ornamental, new configurations of pots and staging, but for the most part things will stay the same. I hope my motivation will stay too. I imagine it will, the peace and tranquillity that the garden brings would be hard to give up. No doubt at the year’s end I’ll be researching new ideas for the coming year, wondering when I’ll be able to fit it all in. Not a bad way to spend a lifetime. Now even I’m getting bored of me, so I’ll dump the last of the photos and run. Okay, see you again, dear reader.