Last Friday I realized I hadn't hardened off the things I wanted to transplant last weekend, so I gave the baby plants some outside time over the weekend, and then left them on the outside table during the day on Monday.
So, when we had a huge storm Monday afternoon and I drove past downed tree limbs on my way home Monday afternoon, I was worried that I'd find yellow cups scattered around the yard and all my hard work gone with the wind. I even had the title of the blog post about it picked out. From a song by the Violent Femmes, "Gone Daddy, Gone".
I never wrote that post because the little planties did just fine in the storm. They were knocked over, but all the plants stayed in the pots, except one, and I unceremoniously shoved that one back in.
Here's what the seed starting shelves looked like this morning. On the top shelf from left to right, green peppers, I'm plumping up pellets to start melons, zucchini and yellow squash, and lots of basil, some tarragon and some sage seeds that never came up.
We May Get A Winter Yet
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