Weather is a fickle thing. We are so easily lured in by the sunny, 70 and even 80 degree days. We get twitchy and jumpy and ready to plant. Then….da da da dum…we get one last gasp. This weekend was a bit of a chilly change. Cloudy. Heck, down right cold. The wicked strong easterly winds were different for us and really took to beating up the row covers. I guess the westerly winds we are used to, that channel through the valley, are funneled in such a way as to be less severe. The easterly winds were rough. But…they did accomplish one thing…they dried the soil.
What an interesting battle. I had dry soil, truly, for the first time this spring. If you look at the early pea pictures where the shoots where emerging (Peas to see ya! from 4/13/13), the peas had to bust through some crusty soil. That is because I got twitchy and jumpy and tilled the soil too soon (i.e., it was still a tad too wet). This weekend, though, the soil had a great texture.
So. It was a race, you see. Me against mother nature. She’s a fickle nature. I had two days to disperse minerals and till the rest of the garden before…da da da dum…the coming of the weeklong rains.
Listen, you won’t ever hear me complain about the rain. I love the rain. But I also hope for a stretch of dry soil so I can cultivate, weed (the only things growing wild right now) and plant. I am behind. Again. But…if I am behind in my plantings, others are too.
So. Even though some think that “rainy days and Mondays always get me down” and that “whenever monday comes, you can find me cryin all of the time” it just isn’t true…except that crying part – especially after tilling all weekend. Anyway. Ahem.
Thank goodness for the help of some friends on Sunday….
Now, for some fun photos. Just because. Here’s a look-see under a few of the row covers:
The approaching storm:
Here is what we have been enjoying this spring (sorry, I have forgotten many of the names and will have to get back to you on them):
And now, the garden after tillage: