Yesterday, I finally got the kids to help me weed the rest of the raised garden bed, which is really just a long dirt mound with ill-defined borders. (We did most of the weeding two weeks ago.) And we planted the dozen little kale starts that I bought the other day, and some kale seeds of different varieties. Judging from two years ago, kale will grow well here, and will grow far into Fall.
If it seems really late to you to start planting things in the garden, please note: this is Central Oregon. The tomato plant I bought the same day as the starts has already bit it—there was an unexpected (to me) freeze about the second night after I planted it. Poor thing, what a waste.
So, without a green-house or those little dome thingies, there’s not really much of a way to get anything in the ground early around here. I could have done starts in the house. But things were too crazy, or so I tell myself. One year, I did a ton of starts. And most of them outgrew their containers and died before I could get them in the ground—because I had to wait too long for the weather to warm up.
I have a bunch of other seeds to plant and need to get them in this week. Then we’ll have some late summer / early fall veggies at least. And the strawberries, oregano, and a few stalks of garlic are growing themselves.
Sigh. I so do not have a green thumb, can you tell?