Brain Function: 70 - 75%

The garden's tilled! But there's plenty of rain that could arrive between now and mid-May, so I'm not actually planting in it yet. (Holy crap, it's already April. How'd that happen??)


Instead, I decided to experiment and take over the unused portion of D's sand patch where he has planted the strawberries and... blackberries, maybe? What did he plant there??

The caps were on overnight to help protect the tiny seeds I planted yesterday, but I ended up pulling them off today, both because its been really warm (60°F and higher), and because they're not actually big enough to cover what I planted anyway. Which is poor planning on my part - but I feel like my brain is only half engaged in the process mostly because Jack injured his spine recently and was diagnosed with intervertebral disc disease. He's improving rapidly from the current injury, but that means he's bouncing off the walls and wanting to do all the things he's still not allowed to, so it's all rather challenging to keep him as inactive as possible. Between that, the usual crazy weather this time of the year, and other distractions, planting time has snuck up on me.

Planting in the sand patch is mostly an experiment to see if something can be produced despite the seasonally wet weather than normally floods the main garden. There are 21 short rows with varieties of peas, carrots, lettuce, kohlrabi, and Asian greens. That I remember. I'm probably forgetting something. Planting super tiny seeds in windy conditions is just as much fun as it has always been. I'm pretty sure the carrots should really have a tarp over them until they germinate to help keep them damp, but tarps and I are not friends in gardening situations and I'm kinda hoping this works without having to resort to that. I'll have to water everything pretty frequently, though, on non-rainy days.

( Meanwhile in the Greenhouse... )

It's Gonna Be An Interesting Summer

Amongst a certain collection of people, in relation to Person of Interest, there has developed the catchphrase, "Hey, remember that time Harold panicked and stole a baby?!" Which has been on repeat in my brain because I've been feeling a certain kinship with Harold today, although my panic was considerably more vegetable related than infantile, and the reasons were 100% less life threatening. Ridiculous situations created by momentary panic, is the point. Mine would go more like, "Hey, remember that time Blue panicked and planted 492 tomato and pepper seeds?!"

The worst part is, having regained my senses, I still have every intention of starting more tomatoes tomorrow. Assuming I can get up to Toledo for different seed varieties than what was available locally (without Jack destroying anything from inside his crate while I'm gone*).

( No, there's a perfectly logical explanation why I would start more, stick with me. )

( The New Additions )

* Yes, the tray started out inside the crate, under the blanket and padding. The piece of mail shown and a few others were on top the quilt. He has been much better behaved than this on all other occasions - D had the seriously poor judgment to get a very well rested Jack very excited by letting him sniff a small rabbit, take him on a 5 minute amble outside, and then stick him in his crate for 2 hours. Blue was Not Pleased.

On the other hand, I went to town today and returned to find River running loose because I left the gate open to the outside pup's pen as well as the dog door. And that was on top of this morning, when I was trying to give Jack some fresh air by tying him out with his leash and harness, only to turn around 5 minutes later and discover he'd wriggled out of said harness and was off wandering around. YOU'D THINK WE WERE NEW AT THIS.