Way back in March, The Boyfriend and I decided we were going to be gardeners. We picked out seed packets – tons of perennials and vegetables, some wildflowers and sunflowers and poppies. We decided to put our greenhouse to use in sprouting our seeds. We watered and watched the first round of seeds. And nothing happened. At first, we got two or three tiny tiny shoots, and then those disappeared. It seems that our greenhouse got too cold for the little plants in March.
We temporarily gave up. April threw curveballs and May held finals. But, the weekend after finals finished, I spent the weekend outside clearing excess mulch from flower beds and trying to spruce up the yard a bit. The Boyfriend re-graded one bed, angling it away from the garage to stop water from pooling there. The bed had once had mature bushes, but during the process of buying our house, there had been an old heating oil tank under there and during the removal, we lost some of the landscaping. It’s just kind of a big, flat, empty space with a big bush in the back corner and a too thick layer of mulch. So, using the wildflower mixes I had bought back in March, I sprinkled all sorts of seeds around there. There are a few little tiny leafy shoots – I can’t wait to see if they turn into anything.
That same weekend, we decided to give the greenhouse another shot – it’s warm now, the seedlings shouldn’t freeze… Except we had waited too long for our vegetables. Instead, Minion 2 and I planted the rest of the flowers – every poppy, sunflower, and random blue and purple flower seed we had left after the first round went into those little trays and for the last month, they’ve lived in our sunroom (turns out, little plants don’t love the heat in the all-glass greenhouse any better than they loved the cold). And we had life! We had a bunch of little unknown shoots and more sunflower starts than I expected. The cats loved when they were in the house – it seems that little plants in little plugs of soil are far more entertaining than feather wands or fuzzy mice to our feline friends. We’d find the random soil plug thrown around the room now and again. Thanks, ladies…
Sunday, we planted them in the backyard near the pool. There had been a scraggly pine tree in the corner that we took down last summer when we first moved in. Half of it had been ripped off during Hurricane (Superstorm?) Sandy the year before and what was left was not looking so good. The corner was left bare and boring and screamed for something. We’ve half-talked about putting in a pergola or similar over there – it would be a nice spot for something, but nothing has really taken shape. So, we dug a bunch of holes and stuffed the corner with the sprouts.
Fast forward to this morning, when a despondent Boyfriend sent a message that our little garden was decimated by the landscapers. Though we were discussing it last night, we managed to forget to mark the garden and let the landscapers know to not weedwhack (weedwack?) the little shoots. Alas, after months of unsuccessful attempts at starting seeds, we managed to kill our little plants within 48 hours. I’m hopeful that some will still grow, but have not found anything encouraging online. The Boyfriend has decided that our time as would-be-farmers is over.
Maybe the wildflowers will have a better chance of success? We should probably mark those soon before the landscapers take them too.