We’ve had some unseasonably warm days this week. I say unseasonable but you can pretty much bank on Alabama having a few days in February that feel like spring before winter takes hold again.
I think the hardest part of gardening is waiting. Ecclesiastes 3 talks about all the seasons of life. “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:” (Ecc 3:1, ESV) Right now, we wait for things to happen, for the seeds to sprout. Later, we will have more to do. But we wait expectantly, because things are happening even if we can’t see them.
At this writing, it’s been about 6 days since our little seeds were planted. So far, no change.
They are supposed to sprout within 7-14 days. If we see no green by next week, I will have to start again. I think I should have covered the jars with cling film so I may do that. I think it’s supposed to help retain moisture in the soil and create a bit of a micro climate for these tender things. I moved the jars into a window sill for better sunlight.
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| Do you see the tiny white flowers? |
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| How about here? |
The shamrocks we repotted, however, are doing fabulously! There’s lots of new growth and even some flowers. The shamrocks are funny. During the day, they look like the above. At night, however, they close their leaves and form these odd little three-pointed shapes, like a triangle with the sides pinched to the middle.
Finally, a word on composting. I spoke with a college friend who had a large garden last year and composts. She said my bucket may not be a composter after all but just... a bucket. She said that compost piles have to reach an internal temperature of over 100 degrees to “do their thing”. So it looks like we must start again there too. Maybe I should look into a worm composter?
As you can see, we are in the season of waiting, error and beginning again. Good luck to you and happy gardening.
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