Thursday, March 15, 2012

For Hadley (AKA How I Came to Have Chickens Named Angel, Fluffy & Princess)

Left to right: Princess, Fluffy and Angel, in the house where
they'll stay at night until they're old enough to stay outside.
Just the other day I was thinking how nice it would be to have chickens again.  I've always had chickens.  I love to sit and watch them walk around, bobbing their heads, pecking the ground, then taking off to chase down a grasshopper.  It's comforting to be in the garden, on my knees weeding, and have company walk up, coo that interested chicken noise, and look at me as if to say, "Whatcha' doin'?"  I miss them.

The very next day at work, Anne asked George if I wanted chickens.  It seems some people were needing to find a home for three little hens since they were moving and couldn't take them with them.  Quite serendipitous.

The next day after that, Anne called over the radio that they were here.  I rushed up to meet my new pets and got to meet Hadley as well.  She was the girl who had raised these little cuties from tiny babies, and one look at her told me this was not easy for her.  She couldn't look at me, just down at the chicks, her eyes ringed with eyelashes wet from crying.  I wanted to tell her how glad I was to have them, what a good home they would have on my farm, living in my garden, locked up safe at night and free ranging during the day while being protected by my dogs who know chickens are not snacks but just funny looking pack members.  Chicken heaven.

But even as I was trying to say these things to comfort her, I knew it wouldn't help.  Hadley didn't want to hear how I would take care of her babies.  She wanted to do it.  She wanted to be the one to watch them grow up, to let them run around during the day and lock them up safe at night.  She'd had plans and dreams for these girls, and now none of that would be happening.  Everything she'd been thinking and hoping since she got them would change.

Clockwise from the bottom: Princess, Fluffy and Angel,
outside on a warm day.
Not everything, I thought.  I asked her their names.  As she petted each one in turn she told me, and I carefully wrote them down.



As Hadley and her mother were about to leave, she quietly told her mother, "Tell her about the eating thing."  Her mother smiled at me and said, "We wanted to make sure that whoever got them wouldn't eat them."  I looked at Hadley even though she couldn't look at me and quickly told her, "Oh, no, honey.  I won't eat them.  I want eggs."  I wish I would have had the presence of mind to say, "And company in the garden."  I wish I could have said something to make her feel better, to let her know that these chickens are really going to be my company, my pets.

So, Hadley, I hope you're reading this.  I want you to know that your babies aren't just going to be egg factories.  I saw clearly when I met you that they were more than that to you.  And when I got them home, I saw that even more clearly still.  You obviously spent a lot of time with them, holding them, taming them.  They aren't afraid of me.  They seem to like being picked up for a cuddle, or at least grudgingly accept it (since I'm me and not you).  And when I have the grate on the top of their bin in the evening, they don't like that and let me know, so I take it off and they fly up on the couch arm next to George.  They're very sociable, wanting to be next to us.  I like that.

Thank you for spending so much time taking such good care of them.  And thank you for giving them to me.  I promise I'll take good care of them, just like you did.

Friday, March 9, 2012

My First Sweater!

I just finished my first sweater and I LOVE IT!  I started it at the end of January and finished it just the other day.  I'd been working on it in fits and spurts, having to rip things out, fix mistakes, stop 'til I could get into town to buy the right size needles, etc.

Then one day last week I got sick.  I knew what was coming, so stayed home from work that Monday, cleaned the house so I could be sick in peace, drank a lot of water, and took a lot of vitamin C in the hopes it wouldn't be too bad.

It was actually quite nice the whole week, believe it or not.  Yeah, there was the usual crappy feelings, aches and pains, sneezing and coughing.  But it was actually quite peaceful, rainy all week, so I got to sit on the couch and knit the entire time and not feel guilty for not being outside doing something.  I love it when it rains.  Makes me feel all cozy being inside.  I know all that peacefulness and lack of guilt made it easier for me to get well.

And easier to finish the sweater!  It's made of superwash wool, so it's machine washable.  I do have to use the delicate cycle, but at least I don't have to do it by hand.  I used DK weight yarn, so it was quick, but not bulky.  And to break up the monotony of that expanse of boring, plain stockinette, I decided to dress it up with a cable detail of Xs and Os.  It's my Hugs & Kisses Sweater.

I learned how to do it from a book called The Sweater Workshop by Jacqueline Fee.  It's a great book for learning how to design your own sweater using your own choice of yarn, needles and size.  Most patterns give you a gauge (stitches per inch count) and supposedly, if you try out many needles and yarns until you knit the right number, the sweater will come out the right size once you knit the pattern according to the instructions.

This is all fine and well in theory, but doesn't always work in practice.  And, many times, even though the sweater looked great on the model in the pattern, it won't look good on you, only you can't try it on to see until you knit it.  So you just have to step off that ledge and trust and hope that it will, knowing that it just might not, spending hours and hours of time making the thing, knitting up fifty bucks plus worth of yarn (and that's cheap yarn), only to finally find out that it looks awful on you.  Doesn't make for very enjoyable knitting in my opinion.

To avoid this, I wanted to learn to design my own sweaters, custom fit to me.  I wanted to learn about yarn drape, how to make the sweater pull in at the right places, pooch out at others, and look good.  This book was perfect for that.  There's a short foreword/intro, then it jumps right in to instructions on how to knit a "sampler", a piece of knitting that is smaller and less daunting than an entire sweater, but that teaches you each skill needed in knitting sweaters ~ different ribbings, how to attach a new skein of yarn, how to widen certain stretches, how to decrease certain areas, how to change colors for stripes and such, and much more, even how to do buttonholes.

The sampler did something else for me ~ gave me the confidence to jump right in to making a sweater.  I figured if I knit the sampler, I now possessed the knowledge to knit an entire sweater.  So I joyfully and with no hesitation did just that.  The book gives you a simple formula for calculating how to do that, laying it all out for you on the Gauge Page where you just fill in the blanks.  You simply measure the chest of a favorite, well-fitting sweater you already own and use that to calculate percentages for every other part of the sweater you'll knit.  And it comes out right!  It's amazing.

I did screw up a bit in not increasing the amount of stitches after knitting the original ribbing.  When I realized that, I was about 3/4 of the way through ~ too far to rip it back and redo it, but not far enough that I would quickly get to the end to find out if it was okay.  But all was well ~ since it's knitted from the bottom up, I was able to try it on and found out though a bit snug, it fit.  I had to do some fancy calculating and adjusting to get it to decrease correctly up to the neck.  Since the book was giving directions on the number of stitches I should have had, and I had less than that, it took a while to figure it out.

But I did it!  And it wasn't that hard, thanks to the skills I'd learned in the sampler.  That's what doing the sampler did ~ taught me to knit fearlessly.  Yes, there was some cussing involved when I found out about my screwup (okay, there was a LOT of cussing involved...).  But I wasn't really afraid.  I knew I could do it.  And I did.

And now I have a rather boobalicious sweater to show for it.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Pictures from the Garden

Artichokes and new garden area behind.  We'll intensively cover crop the green expanse on the other side of the fence this year and plant tomatoes and such next spring.  I measured it today: 5400 square feet of plantable area.  Ooof.  We're going to be busy.

Elephant garlic amidst spinach and cilantro.  Jerusalem artichokes are planted at the far end of this row
and should pop up soon.

Garlic in foreground, artichokes in back, future new garden area on the other side of the fence.

Mama Love sunning herself on the mulch I laid down a couple days ago.

Pansies, onion chives, and Heritage Raspberries in foreground.

La Ratte potatoes popping up.

Red la Soda potatoes sprouting next to a snapdragon.

Shallots growing next to the old chicken coop.  We'll be tearing that down soon
and tilling this entire area for more wide-row beds.

My new sitting spot with parsley going to town and gladiolas to their right.

Tomatoes planted and tucked in for the cool nights.

The colored Swiss Chard was gorgeous this year.  Even the Fordhook Giant on the right was beautiful.

Another shot of the tomatoes with the Christmas lights peeking through.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Got the tomatoes planted

I planted 32 tomatoes today.  Here's the list:

Canners/Paste tomatoes ~ in two beds
San Marzano (5 plants)
Marglobe
Cour di Bue
Amish Paste
And I'll plant four Romas this coming week in a separate bed

Drying tomatoes ~ all in one bed
Red Fig (3)
Principe Borghese (5)

Hybrid Challenge Bed ~ trying to find that tomato that is as good as or better than Celebrity and Early Girl
Early Girl
Champion
Super Fantastic
Red Brandywine
Trucker's Favorite
Arkansas Traveler
Homestead
Rutgers

Other heirlooms ~ the red and pink ones will are also in the hybrid challenge
Snow White
Black Cherry
Dinner Plate
Paul Robeson
Henderson's Pink Ponderosa
Golden Jubilee
Mortgage Lifter
Oxheart

Plants planted two weeks ago
I already had eight plants planted two weeks ago and they're already over a foot tall.  They are:
The Black Giant from last year
A mystery potato leaf that I suspect is Brandywine
Black Krim
Hillbilly Potato Leaf
Cherokee Purple
Brandywine Black
Japanese Black Triefele
Ukrainian Purple
Isis Candy Cherry



I also planted some Tronchuda Beira (aka Portuguese Kale) and more Georgia Southern collards today, in the first row with the Red Russian Kale and Swiss Chard.  They're kind of a test ~ it might be too hot for them soon, if not already.  We'll see.

Yesterday, to get ready for today, I pulled out the bok choy and Georgia Southern collards because they were bolting.  I processed the boy choy and froze it, and will do the collards later.  I moved the three Flash collard plants over to the row with the Swiss Chard, along with a pretty rocket snapdragon plant.  I hope it blooms soon ~ it looked like it was going to, and I hope the transplanting doesn't set it back.  I also pulled out the purple sprouting broccoli, brussels sprouts and a couple other things that were in the way.  I then turned in an inch or two of compost along with some minerals plus and flower power, raked it smooth, set out cages, counted them up and realized I have room for fifty tomatoes and 24 to 27 peppers (depending on whether eight or nine can fit in each row)! Yay!


And because I'm a nerd, here's the garden map:



It updates as I change it in Google Documents, so it'll probably be different by the time you see this.


Some other happenings in the garden:

Asparagus is up!

The overwintered Black Giant is blooming and setting fruit.

While turning the compost into the beds, I kept finding TONS of MONSTROUS earthworms!


Ever wonder why brambles are so hard to get rid of?  When we got the bare root in at work, I noticed some little sprouts on some of the roots.  Between the roots that fell off and the ones we trimmed off to make them fit in the buckets, I had quite the piles to take home.  I planted them in pots and, lo and behold, I now have two baby bramble patches.  Looks like I'll be having to pick out a spot to plant the patches soon.  I'd better choose wisely, since once they're there, they're there.

Heritage Raspberries, with a self-sown snapdragon

Brazos Blackberries, in an old ammo box

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Corn Gluten Update

Looks like it works!  I put corn gluten on the onions when I planted them January 8th.  Here's what they looked like a couple weeks later:



Here's what those same beds looked like today:





I'd say corn gluten really works.  But take note: put it on regularly.  It's recommended every four to six weeks, but I pushed it to about seven and I have little weed seedlings up out there.  Just a few, but enough to be a pita.  So I'd say shoot for every month and you'll be okay if you are a week late on your schedule.  

If I remember, I'm going to try this again on the tomatoes to see if it works as well in the warm season.  I certainly hope so!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Now THAT's a Lot of Groceries!

While out planting peas and strawberries last Saturday, I started counting up how much stuff we have planted.  The list is quite surprising.

900 onions
47 asparagus crowns
55 strawberries
200 garlic cloves
22 kale plants
10 collard greens
17 (or so) bok choy
12 Swiss chard
60 (or so) broccoli
a couple broccoli raab
half a dozen cauliflower, including a couple Veronica Romanesco
6 artichokes
50 shallots
a handful of beets
4 Brussels sprouts
And 40 feet of snow and shelling peas, planted yesterday (Mammoth Melting and Oregon Sugar Pod snow peas, and Wando and Progress #9 shelling peas).

There are also various herbs, chinese greens, and other things not listed.  But that's the bulk of it.

I've also got a couple pear trees and three grape vines waiting to be planted, along with quite a few brambles.  When we got in the bare root order this year, there were a few freebies: a tiny little Austin dewberry, an equally tiny little Kiowa blackberry, and a BUNCH of Heritage raspberry and Brazos blackberry roots.  I noticed the raspberry roots were sprouting, so thought I'd bring them home to let grow out.  Two weeks later and one's already up.  There were quite a few of the blackberry roots as well after we had to trim some that wouldn't fit in the tubs ~ don't know if they'll sprout or not, but I'm thinking so.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Well, Keep Me in the Dark and Feed Me Lots of ...

For the longest time, I've been fascinated by mushrooms.  The sizes and shapes and colors I would find walking along the creek always gave me pause.

I had to stop, look, pick, dissect, and wonder just what kind this thing was.  I did research online to learn more.  Found out the mushroom was actually the bloom of a "plant" that was growing inside the tree or under the leaf litter level of the ground or in the manure deposited by the horses, that it would produce billions of spores that would be dispersed in the air all around, an invisible cloud, to fly on the wind or be carried off completely unawares by a little animal.  A precious, lucky few would take up residence somewhere similar to their "mother", grow unnoticed until conditions were right, then bloom and start the whole cycle all over again.

Fascinating.  All the time that I've loved them on the trees, I've loved them on the ground, and I've loved them on my plate (nomnomnom), I never knew they were truly all around us.

When the bug would hit, I'd read about how to grow them and dream dreams of becoming a mushroom farmer, spending my days tending my logs, inoculating new ones, and collecting my harvest.  Some mushrooms grow in manure, but others grow in wood, and still others grow in soil rich in organic matter.  So my dreams were populated by raised garden beds full of shit, bursting at the seams with 'shrooms, all lined up next to my veggies (that also produce mushrooms popping up in between the tomatoes).  And logs hanging from the trees above the creek, just waiting to be dunked down via their rope hangers to soak in the creek.  And, my favorite dream, an entire gazebo made of oak logs growing shiitakes.  I even thought of just inoculating everything in and around the creeks to let Ma Nature do the work for me (This dream almost became an obsession when I once found morels growing in a cedar break.  Yes.  Morels in Texas.  My Michigander brother in law confirmed it, but I still waited 'til he ate some and didn't die before I did.).
Portabellas up top, Oysters at bottom

But, like so many things, I never found the time.  So I put "Growing Mushrooms" on my "To Do Someday" list and went on with the "To Do Today" portion.  Every few years, the idea would pop back up and take over my imagination for a while.  I'd read some more online, thinking maybe I could do it now if I rearranged some things, or found an easier way.

About a year ago, the mushroom bug came back.  I reread what I'd read before, but this time happened upon a post on some mushroom growing forum or another about growing ones from the grocery store on coffee grounds in a jar.  I could do this!  I got my jar, I got my grounds, and I got my grocery store mushrooms.  I picked ones like the post said, ones whose butt end wasn't trimmed, ones that looked like there was still some compost and mycellium on there that wasn't all dried out.  I even paid for pieces of the stem that didn't have a cap on it.  I got them home, put them in my jar and waited.  Little white things started growing horizontally from them, about an inch below the surface of the grounds where I'd "planted" the pieces, out to the edges of the jar.  Then stopped.  I added more water.  Still nothing.  I aerated them by taking the lid off for a while.  Still nothing.  I got busy with other things in life, neglected them, and gave up.

A month or so ago, we got a mushroom growing kit in at work from a business who wanted us to buy them to sell.  It was a brick of coffee grounds wrapped in a plastic bag and inoculated with oyster mushroom mycellium (the growing body of the fungus).  It was white and orange and all manner of shades in between.

What's left of a Portabella butt a couple weeks later
Nancy at the info desk cut lines in the bag as was directed, soaked it in water (had to weight it down to keep it from floating), then put it on the info desk shelf in a bowl with some water in it and kept it misted with the little mister bottle that came with it.  In a few weeks it actually sprouted mushrooms!  Not a lot of them, but enough to make a lot of us talk about it.  And enough to pique my interest.

She gave it to Auscencia to take home, but before it went I broke off a little corner of it, took it home, put it in a new jar of coffee grounds and waited.  And waited.  And waited.  Little white areas grew to the right and left of the piece I'd added, but then just stopped.  I did all the same things I'd done before, but still no 'shrooms.  I was nervous because this was a type of mushroom that I hadn't been able to find untrimmed at the grocery store, so knew it would be harder to get a culture of it again.  I didn't want to lose it and have to pay a hunk plus shipping for another start.  I'm frugal (what a fancy way of saying I'm cheap) and this was a free start, so I really didn't want to give up on this this time.

I got to thinking ~ the culture at work was growing on a brick laid kinda' horizontally, not a vertical mass in a jar.  Maybe that's the way they preferred to grow?  And maybe the verticalness of the mass of grounds in my jar was making the water I added drain down to the bottom, so the part above would be too dry and the part below would stay too moist.  I mean, the mycellium in the jar was growing to the right and left instead of up and down.  Even over a couple months, it didn't grow anywhere other than to the right and left.  Maybe down was too wet and up was too dry?  And the mycellium on the brick seemed to be closer to the surface than an inch.  Heck, it was on the surface, from what I could see, and a little bit underneath it.  Maybe I was "planting" them too deep from the beginning.

The Oysters, and maybe some green neighbors?
I thought, "I'm going to lose this culture anyway if I don't do something, so why not try it."  I got a clear plastic shoebox, washed it out well, dumped in the contents of my jar containing the mushroom culture on one side, saved coffee grounds from my own morning ritual as well as from work on the other, put the cover on the box and waited.

This time I didn't have to wait long.  Within a week, there was quite a noticeable difference in the culture.  There were white areas growing all over and in the grounds!  Not at the very bottom, but all over in the top inch or so.  Woohoo!!  I'm growing mushrooms!!

Buoyed by my success, I headed back to the grocery store for another round of Portabella butts.  I trimmed off the bottom inch of stem and set them up in another plastic shoebox with a couple inches of coffee grounds.  This time it took a bit longer to see a difference, but a couple weeks later and man, they're growing crazy!

I think I've finally figured this out.  I can't wait for them to fruit.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Seed Starting Illustrated

It's that time of year again, when seedlings are (usually) taking up space on the kitchen counter, tools spread all over, trays in the way, soil and watering making a big mess.  This year, I solved that problem by setting up my handy dandy new seed cabinet.  I am in LOVE with this thing!  No more are my seeds spread all over the house.  No more are my supplies tucked into all sorts of out-of-the-way places.  No more are my seed saving attempts thwarted by being knocked over while I'm trying to make dinner.  And no more are my seedlings neglected from being out-of-sight-out-of-mind.  This is heaven.

Peppers up top, tomatoes on bottom.
BUT: Every year I try to start seeds and every year I have a problem.  This year's problem was letting them dry out at the critical sprouting stage, caused from too much bottom heat and too little attention.  I bought one of those heat mats from work and set the tomatoes on it to get a jump on their sprouting, leaving the peppers to their own devices since they can go in a little later than tomatoes and still produce.  Turns out I should have done the reverse.  Well, really, I should have watched the soil in the tray on the mat closer ~ it dried out much faster than I thought it would, WAY faster than the peppers.  A week or so later and the peppers are almost all up, yet the tomatoes sprouts are still spotty, as you can see in the picture at right.  Lessons learned from this: watch your seedlings closer than you think you should, or don't get too fancy with your seed starting attempts.


Every day at work, I'm asked the question: "So how do you start seeds anyway?"  I LOVE explaining it!  And will do so in depth here, with gusto (and much loquaciousness, like that's new).  Getting someone hooked on seed starting is almost as rewarding for me as helping them get started growing veggies in the first place.

Let me start by saying no matter how long you've been doing this, you'll have failures (see above).  You're going to screw up.  But these screwups teach you the best way for you to start seeds.  There are almost as many ways as there are seeds.  Some people start them in peat pots, some in egg cartons, some in sifted compost, some in commercial seed starting medium.  You should try them all to find out what works for you.  Here's what works for me (usually... ).

First, gather your tools.  Must-haves are containers to start the seeds in, "soil", labels, marking pencil, misting bottle, watering can, and seeds.  Lights are nice, but you can certainly do this in a window IF you have a bright enough one (most aren't).  Bottom heat is nice, too, but not needed (I learned this year...).  And a cover for the tray to keep it moist is also kinda' handy, but not imperative if you just watch the soil closely to keep it from drying out (if you want to use a cover, plastic wrap works great and it's cheap).

What to start the seeds in: After trying butter tubs, tuna cans, egg cartons, newspaper pots and just about everything else out there, I've settled on one thing as The Best for me: fifty-cell seed starting trays and solid (hole-less) bottom watering ones in the picture at left.  We sell them at work and they're cheap (less than two bucks apiece) and last for years.  The cells in the fifty-cell trays are big enough for the seedlings to stay in until they're ready to plant out so I get to avoid transplanting/potting up (see? Told you I was lazy) and have a crimped edge that adds strength, so they whole thing doesn't collapse as easily as the other non-crimped style when you lift it in and out of the bottom watering tray (click on the picture and it'll open bigger so you can see what I'm talking about).  They hold enough soil that they don't dry out in minutes, and being plastic it helps the moisture stay in, too (newspaper pots dry out pretty darn quick, relatively speaking).  The solid tray is for putting the seed tray in to hold the mess so it doesn't get all over your counters and floors, and it's even better for bottom watering.  Buy one more solid tray than you have seed trays.  I'll tell you why in a minute.

What to fill the containers with: I love the seed starting mix we have at work.  It's called The Germinator (Try saying that with an Austrian accent. *snicker*).  It's finely sifted compost, coir fiber, worm castings and vermiculite.  It's soilless and very lightweight and fine, which is important: regular garden soil, most potting soils, and many other heavy mixes form crusts on top when they dry out, making it hard or impossible for tiny seedlings like lettuce to break through (one of the reasons why we start seeds indoors ~ garden soil spells death for many seedlings).  I also like that The Germinator has a little bit of nutrition from the compost and worm castings.  You don't want a lot of fertilizer in your seed starting mix as it encourages funguses and could harm your new babies.  Feeding them full-strength fertilizer would be like trying to feed a week-old human infant chili.  Not good.  But a little, weakish food like the 1-0-0 of the worm castings?  Good.

Labels are IMPORTANT.  Man, are they ever.  What's the definition of frustration?  Finally finding The Perfect Tomato after years of trying, one that produces extremely well, tastes great, and is resistant to disease, then looking at the label to find out what kind it is so you can Never Forget, and recommend it to all your friends ... only to find the label illegible, blank, or worse, no label at all.  (Cue Famous Actor on his knees, screaming, "Why, God, why?!")  Garden maps, though a really good idea, get lost, or are rendered useless when a plant dies and you replace it, but forget to update the map.  Lists in garden journals are great, but not when you're planting more than one type of red slicer.  And relying on your memory to know what was planted where?  Especially when you're of A Certain Age like me?  Well ... don't.  Just don't.

I like to make one label that will follow the seedlings from starting trays to the garden (more evidence of laziness...), so tough ones are needed.  I've tried just about every kind out there and the best I've found are old vinyl window blinds cut to six inches or so long written on with a wax pencil (aka grease pencil or China marker).  Our intense Texas sun fades out everything, even the supposedly permanent Sharpie marker (!).  Regular pencil writing lasts a little while, but even that fades or gets washed off eventually, usually before the season's over.  The wax pencil on the other hand holds up well, hence why they're used extensively in the nursery trade.  That aforementioned Texas sun also renders most regular labels so brittle that they break when you touch them after just a few months, but not the blinds ~ think about it: they were made for being in the sun for years.  Popsicle sticks rot REAL quick, sometimes before your seedlings are even transplantable size.  Also, they wick up water, soaking and blurring your writing.  So just go for the blinds and wax pencil from the get go and you'll be much happier.

Middle seed has been gently and barely pushed into
the soil with the pencil.
So, you have your tray filled with soil, seeds at the ready, labels standing by.  Now for the planting.  If you heed two pieces of advice, you'll do well: don't plant them too deep and don't let them dry out until the seedlings are an inch or so tall.  You can see why to not let them dry out from my experience this year.  Not only did many of the seeds not sprout, but some that did promptly died, poor little things.  So 'nuff said about that.  But how deep?  About twice as deep as the seed is big.

Tiny seeds contain tiny embryos, ones so small that they won't have the energy or ability to push up through an inch of soil.  Seeds contain plant embryos and enough food for them to reach the top of the soil where they can unfurl their leaves in the sun and start making more food.  If the food in the seed runs out before they reach the sun, they're done for.  Think about bean seeds.  Go get a pinto bean from your kitchen cabinet and break it open.  See that tiny little thing at the very end of one half?  The only "mark" on two otherwise quite smooth seed halves?  That's the plant embryo.  Now look at the two halves of the bean seed.  That's the food store for the seedling.  There's plenty there for it to use to push up through an inch of soil, even one topped with a fairly hard crust.  Now open up those tomato and pepper seed packages.  See the little seeds?  You can imagine how tiny the embryos are and how little food is there for them.  Lettuce seeds are even smaller.  And tomatillos seeds even more so.  So remember that when deciding how deep to plant.  

I plant more than one seed in each cell.  Not all seeds sprout, and not all that sprout are healthy.  Room under the lights is a precious commodity, so don't waste the space on empty cells.  Ensure you'll have a healthy seedling in each cell by planting more than one seed in each.  You can thin them later with a pair of scissors (it's better to cut off their little heads than to pull them out since you'll disturb the roots of the one you want to keep that way, and just might kill it, too).

The following is very important: label each type of seed immediately after planting.  Ask me how I know. *slaps forehead*  Go slow.  Take your time with this.  Plant one type of seed, write the label, stick it in the tray, then double check that the label matches the seed package you just planted from.  Ask me how I know that, too.  *sigh*

After the seeds are all sown, gently ease them into the soil with the butt of your pencil and cover them with soil (remember: only twice as deep as the seed is big).  Be sure to wipe off that pencil butt (heh, heh ... butt) in between types of seeds.  Sometimes seeds will stick to the bottom of the pencil, and when you go to the next cell, it'll plant it in that one.  And you know how Chance goes.  That seed will be a Roma you have six cells of, transplanted into the single cell of of your favorite Black Giant slicer, and that transplanted seed will sprout into a healthy little seedling that will be the only one left standing after you thin.  But you won't know any of this until it's too late, and you see cute little plum-shaped bright red tomatoes hanging off your supposed-to-be-fat-round-purple "Black Giant" plant.  (Cue Famous Actor again.)

Now time for watering them in.  Bottom watering is good.  I fill one of those solid trays a little over halfway with water, gently set the seed tray full of soil and seeds down into the water, and let it sit overnight 'til the water's wicked all the way up to the top.  If it's not wet all the way to the top, I mist it 'til it is or gently water with my watering can.  And here's why I told you to get an extra solid tray: I lift the wet seed tray out and put it directly into an empty solid tray to contain mess and drips.  Handy!

Whatever you do, DON'T use a big watering can.  Buy yourself a cute little one like the yellow one in the picture above.  If your local garden center doesn't have one in the kids' section, I'll bet you could find them in ToysRUs.  Big cans are unwieldy, and you WILL accidentally pour out too much water at one time or another, deluging your seeds with a tsunami that will sploosh your anchos over into the jalapenos.  There goes all the careful effort of labeling.  And if the tsunami doesn't come until the seedlings are already sprouted, it'll still do damage, plastering them down to the soil and causing injury and fungus.  Using a pitcher or glass measuring cup will do much the same.  So just get a little can so you can put small amounts of water exactly where you want them ~ on the soil around the seedling, not on the seedling itself.  And make sure it has a long spout so you can get in between those labels easily.

About lights:  you can certainly try this in an east or south facing window IF it's bright enough.  You need quite a few hours of completely unobstructed sunlight.  Most of us don't have a window like that, so our seedlings will get leggy (really tall with long stems in between sets of leaves).  You can move them outside early on if this happens, putting them in a spot that gets morning sun and evening shade, but unless you have a cold frame to put them in, you'd better watch them close ~ they can dry out fast, get too much sun, not get enough, or be upended by a curious squirrel or pain in the ass dog.  And then there are those days that are just too cold for them to be outside, and the cold nights that will zap them if you forget to move them back in.  Plain old florescent shop lights work just fine so do yourself a favor and get some.  For a more in depth explanation of what kind to get and why, see the last half of my seed cabinet post ~ basically, any cool white fluorescent with as many lumens as is available at the home improvement store.  Cool white bulbs give light in the blue spectrum and that's what's needed for vegetative (green) growth.

Put them up close to the lights.  An inch above the soil isn't too close.  You want to keep them about that close as the seedlings grow or they'll get leggy.  Mine are already doing that a bit, getting tall and skinny from reaching so hard for the light.  Sadly, they'll just have to deal since I can't get the lights any closer due to the labels.  They'll get tall enough soon enough and grow out of that legginess.

When the seedlings get their first set of true leaves, it's time to feed them.  Use whatever liquid fertilizer you have, but only half strength.  I highly recommend an organic one, such as fish emulsion, seaweed, or John's Recipe (has both in it).  The nutrients in the blue stuff are immediately available to the plant, so it's easy to burn them if your math is off when you use that.  Organic fertilizers aren't like that, so it's much harder to overdose them (a nice failsafe for us who are math challenged).  Plus they usually have many more nutrients than just the Big Three (N-P-K), so it's like giving your seedlings a Flintstones vitamin along with their dinner.

When to plant outside:  Most advice says to plant them out once all danger of frost is passed, but if we do that here in Texas, it'll be too hot for them to produce once they're mature enough to.  So I like to get my tomatoes in super early.  Last year, I started planting March 2nd, and this year I'm hoping the seedlings are big enough by the end of February.  Of course it's still cold then and freezes are extremely likely, so I cover them with tomato cages, hang incandescent Christmas lights on the cages, and cover the whole shebang with floating row cover, leaving it on unless temps are above fifty at night and sixty during the day.

Even though temps in the forties won't kill your tomato babies, they won't like it.  It'll stress them out and they won't grow during this time.  If you cover them like I do, you'll get temps much warmer than the outside temps (row cover gives you eight to ten degrees more and the lights add at least another five or ten, if not more than that), warm enough for the plants to actively grow.  Last year, I had almost thirty tomatoes on two Red Brandywine tomato plants by the first week of May.



And that's all you need to know to get started and even have some success.  Seed starting is a bit involved, but for those of us adventurous sort who really love trying not-so-easy-to-find varieties, it opens up a whole new world.  And if you want to save your own seeds, it's a skill that's a must to have.  Remember: you'll likely fail a time or two before you get the hang of this.  That's normal.  Everyone does it.  Even me, years after I started.  Just don't give up and you'll be fine.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

My New Pretty

I've always wanted a pretty row counter.

I knit for the relaxation and indulgence of it.  It's my happy place.  I have a Pavlovian response to it: all I have to do is pick up my project and I calm down.  But when I'd see a cheap piece of crayon-colored plastic hanging off it, it kind of ruined it for me.  Nothing against crayon colors.  I'm just more of a jewel-tone girl.  And am definitely anti-plastic.


I've decided to splurge on some knitting stuff.  I'm normally loathe to spend much on anything non-essential, but I thought I'd treat myself.  It's a mental-health expense.  (That's my story and I'm sticking to it.)  And I'm worth it (*she says as she throws her hair around like the commercial lady in the '70s*).

So I got on Etsy in search of the Perfect Pretty Row Counter to go with my soon-to-be-here rainbow-colored double pointed sock needle set and all the squooshy yarn I'm getting (yeah, I'm getting used to this spending thing).  I did a search and found all sorts: abacus bracelets and beaded chains and numbered circles and things I couldn't figure out how to use.   But none of them seemed quite right.  The bracelets were beautiful, but I know me: if it wasn't right in the way of my knitting as I passed the end of the row, I would forget to add one.  The beaded chains were equally as beautiful, but loooooooong: too big for sock knitting and probably likely to get caught in lace.  The numbered circles were adorable, but the black numbers on white backgrounds reminded me of the cheap plastic things I was trying to get away from: far, far away.

Then I found this.  A tiny little, rainbow colored row counter.  No numbers, no plastic, no crayons, and PRETTY!  I got all excited, thinking of how good it would look hanging from my sock-in-progress, all colorful and functional and tiny and PRETTY!

Then I noticed ... it only counts to ten.  Bummer.

But I didn't want to give up on my Almost Perfect Pretty Row Counter.  I got to thinking ... if there were only something to clip between the units rings to denote tens.  Oooooh, they have other pretty beads they use in other pretty things.  And there are those clippy-jobbies I would learn later are alligator clips.  That would do it!

I messaged Susan and Todd, who I didn't know were Todd and Susan yet, and commenced the explanation of what I had in mind.  They knew what I wanted even though I didn't know all the right terms for it (clippy-jobbie equals alligator clip), made suggestions to make it better (like substituting this counter since it was smaller and smaller was what I was going for), and due to differences in computer monitors and the like, I had to trust their judgement on color matching/coordination (not hard to do, judging from their other items).  Aaaaaand they nailed it ~ it's tiny, it's functional, and it's pretty.  SO pretty.  I love the purple wire better than I would have loved the silver, and even though the bead they suggested looks almost black in my pictures here, it's actually a beautiful deep purple that goes oh-so-well with the purples in the counter.  Just look how well it goes with the sock I'm working on now.  Serendipity, how I love you.

The whole thing, from my first message to them to having it in my hands, took only two weeks, and one week of that was because I couldn't find the message notification thing on Etsy to know they had answered my original note in less than 24 hours.  Derp.  It was only five days from finalizing what I wanted to having it in my hands, packaged wonderfully in a little metal tin, complete with candy!  Yes, they sent me candy.

Unfortunately, since this was a custom order I couldn't leave a glowing review on Etsy, so I've done it here.  Thank you Susan and thank you Todd for giving me more than my money's worth.  And the candy.

Monday, January 23, 2012

What a Difference a Day (or Two Weeks) Makes

Once cauliflower gets growing, you'd better stand back!

January 8th:



January 22nd:


It's now sitting in my fridge, awaiting it's creamy fate: boiled to within an inch of it's life, beaten to a smooth white pulp, and mixed with heavy whipping cream and chopped walnuts.  Nomnomnomnomnom.  Snow Ball is the variety.  It's a good one, too, one I'll most definitely be growing again.  All the others are barely budding.


Some months ago I found a wild beehive in a hollow tree down by the creek.  They were a welcome sight considering the state of bees lately, what with colony collapse disorder, varroa mites, the drought, and all the crap we've been spraying in the environment that they have to deal with.  While out taking the cauliflower pictures today, I noticed some of the Asian greens were blooming.  I looked closer and saw ...



...the new neighbors!  Can you see all five?  At first I thought there were only three, but when I enlarged the picture I saw another one flying by between a couple blooms.  



And I then looked even closer and saw a little bee ass sticking out of a bright yellow bloom.  Man, he was digging to China, all upside down and shit.
  

Can you see him?  He's hiding really good.


Little cutie pie.


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