A Week of Rain Isn't So Bad

All my seedlings were outside for about a month now still in their cups and egg cartons. Probably not the best idea, since a big chunk of them didn't survive.

But amidst the survivors were these Long Bearer Tomato seeds that never worked before but magically sprouted in my ziplock bags. I really thought there were defunct. They've been growing nicely with the rain.

The majority of corn has taken nicely. The rest, not so much, but I had replacements in the waiting that are now planted. The joy of not removing plants that have bolted is that you get things that appear on their own, such as the carrot below. We also have random lettuce and arugula all over the place.

I didn't realize the strawberry plants would come back to life on their own, yet here they are. They've almost tripled in size with the week of rain.

I just took this picture. My haphazard garden with uneven beds. The one center front was suppose to be for lettuce and spinach. It's still just a mound. My daughter thinks it's her plot. She digs and rakes it. She splashes around in the bins of water.


I've decided to build shallow planters for the salad greens and allow her to keep this as her plot. My daughter has gotten weird about veggies. She told me the other day that she no longer likes peas...information based on absolutely nothing other than a whim. I found this knowledge a little disconcerting since I planted a boat load of peas just for her.

So my thought tonight as I sat in front of my garden while my dog ran around barking at the night, is that maybe if I let her pick things to plant, things that she'd be responsible for, plants she could pick that I would tell her, if she grows it she has to eat it, that maybe we can get over that anti-vegetable phase.

With my luck she'll tell me, "No thank you," and decide to keep to a mound of dirt.