Today I built a window shelf apparatus to accommodate all the seedlings. Well, not all the seedlings on this shelf. This will allow the house to accommodate all my seedlings, because I know I’m going to outgrow the windowsills this spring.Hmm, I didn’t take a great picture of it.
Using only windowsills would max me out at 6 trays (it’s worked in the past, sort of), and with these shelves I can now have 10 trays.
It makes the room darker and ruins the picture window effect, but that will be fine for a month each year. It’s going to smell like a hothouse in here, especially when the tomato sprouts get smelly, like they do, excited to be tomatoes.
I can just imagine all six windows kitted out with shelve units, in which case I could get 20, maybe 24 trays of starts in the windows. Oooooh:) That would be a true capacity maximum, and I don’t think I should get too excited about that.
Oh, the chamomanity! Seems like I lose something to heatstroke every year. Last year it was the delicate little celeries. This year, the chamomile. :(Several of these will stand back up again, but alas, many are doomed.Apples had fun today enthusiastically bashing apart a piece of popcorn.And the afflicted hen who will not pass is markedly improved. She’s still, literally, dragging her ass around, but she’s eating, moving a little, and today I found her on the way down the ramp at lunchtime! I guess room service was late. She hasn’t left the coop for days but I’ve been serving her meals and drinks where she is. She’s regained an appetite, and she stood right up today. She may be staging a comeback.
The tomatoes are sprouting, unfolding and lifting up their little seed husks. I’m pleased to learn that tomatoes don’t usually cross, so there will never be a shortage of tomato seeds in the future. I haven’t saved tomato seeds before because I always grew many varieties. But that doesn’t matter!
In no time these little infant sprouts will be big old Tarzan vines all over the greenhouse.
The celery is up. It’s been showing little greenish threads for a couple of days, but today they stood up and unfolded their first “leaves” (cotyledons).
Naturally, they did not come up evenly distributed in the cells. They never do. Onions are showing too. I love the way onions grow, folded back on themselves, and the fold emerging first. It’s like, if a person was trying to dig themselves out of the ground they’d reach a hand out first (at least, that’s the impression I get from graveyard movie scenes). Most plants do that, with their paired cotyledons.
Not onions. They would stick an elbow out first, as far as possible, and then, like an afterthought, unbend the arm.
Box chicken is going strong and seeming to adapt happily to pet chicken status. She eats more every day but is not restless. She sticks her neck out long and cocks her head to watch us through her screen with one eye, and we do the same (but with two eyes) and baby talk inane crap to her. Are you eating? That’s so good! Are you a hungry chicken? It’s embarrassing. And very funny when HW does it in falsetto. Oh, you’re drinking? Look at you drinking! You’re just a little chicken! She’s going to have a lot to tell her friends when she goes back out to the flock. Updates on the supposed intelligence of the unwinged ones.
The first seed starts of the year: celery. They’re even a little bit late.
Celery is so delicate. The teeny starts can either wilt in seconds without water, or fry in the sun, fragile until they’re a rather ripe old age. Two years running I’ve managed to roast the baby celeries when they were the size of threads, and restarting takes forever – such long germination – but I got a late celery crop nonetheless and it was decent. Amazing that a big clump of celery grows from one pinhead seed.
Next up, onions.