That’s the last time I get to write “spring”. Tomorrow is the first day of summer and this week we have had an unpleasant taste ofwhat’s to come. Wednesday was a scorching 34 degreesC here. Some kind of record temp for November. It was yuck. All my garden went sad and floppy. Thank goodness for weather forecasting, though. I knew it was coming so I watered a lot the night before and did not plant my new seedlings. The garden survived.
Pulled up my radish. I planted quotes a few, but only three came up. I blame my infrequent watering for that. I also blame my watering for the munted radish that grew. To learn how to garden. My tiny strawberries were also a testament to this. I guess that is the point of this whole 52 weeks.
Lesson learnt: veggies need regular watering.
Gave my raspberry shoots away to a family that has a lovely little urban garden. Hopefully they don’t take over!
Decided to pick some of my kale. I had kind of forgotten about it. Not so much forgotten about the actual plant so much as forgotten about looking up when it is ready to harvest.
I planted some capsicum seedlings. Yes. I have finally given up on growing them from seed. Was it a bad bunch of seeds or just a bad gardener? I think the latter as I haven’t exactly had good results with any of my seeds. Gardening is much harder than I thought. Or maybe I am just too distracted by all my other stuff.
I also got peas, eggplants and red onion. I am not really convinced I have enough room in the garden for all of these plants, but I am going to try squeeze them in.