Even though it's beyond rather chilly around here, plants are still doing their thing and so am I. We are all just more than a bit cold while conducting our business.
And when I say cold, I mean cold. My thermometer barely hit 40 degrees as a high yesterday, and there's been frequent snow flurries over the past 48 hours.
The bulbs around the farm that I planted last year don't seem to be bothered by the last little gasp of winter weather at all.
I am absolutely in love with the white squill, I put in tons of the little things last November, and they have just made me giddy every time I spy their delicate little blooms as I go about my farm chores and such.
Another thing that always causes me pause as I am rambling about doing chores is the daffodils. They are so cheer-inducing, and that is a needed thing right now as I tend to ponder my Dickensian-orphan state when I have been chorin these days. (my form is clothed in ratty chore clothes and my extremities are freezing).
But then, well, I spy a hyacinth, be it a grape one or a standard beauty, and the numbness of my fingers, it becomes a faded memory. Well, for at least few seconds anyway, I'm not complaining.
Yesterday, after admiring all the bulb blooming beauty, I applied the first fish and kelp emulsion to the garlic crop. I am so pleased with how the garlic is progressing this year. I wasn't so pleased with Teela-cat when she ran under the downpour of fragrant fertilizer and became a rotting seafood scented feline, but you know how it goes.
I also got a few square feet of mixed lettuce, radishes, spinach, and kale seeded yesterday as well. That operation was conducted while under a feline assault of the likes that has never been seen. When the black cat decided the best way to get my attention was to slide through my freshly prepared soil like a base runner stealing home plate, well, I will admit that I the words that escaped my vexed carcass were as colorful as the blooming bulbs.
One of the warmer homestead chores that I got to conduct, and am most appreciative of, was the final bit of sprout transplanting. My ghost pepper, habanero, anaheim, and rainbow bell pepper sprouts were finally ready to plunk into the plug tray with the rest of the tomatoes and jalapeno seedlings. That job took all of ten minutes, but I got to be warm while doing it, so there was much gratitude.
And since, I hid in my bathroom and did the job, there was a lack of feline intervention. Which made me double glad and gratitudish. There must be something in the air. Or the cats have been hitting the 'nip again. Friggen heathens...
Next week will be more cold weather crops seeding time, but the weather is looking much warmer, and my fingers and toes are already singing an aria of elation in anticipation!!