From: dan@djph.net   
      
   On 2024-03-18, Snag wrote:   
   > On 3/17/2024 6:06 PM, cshenk wrote:   
   >> Dan Purgert wrote:   
   >>   
   >>> On 2024-03-04, songbird wrote:   
   >>>>    yesterday it was warm enough to get outside and   
   >>>> start some gardening tasks.  i scraped a few hundred   
   >>>> square feet after burying some garlic and onion seeds   
   >>>> down deep enough that they'll have a tough time   
   >>>> coming back up (i also put some cardboard over them).   
   >>>   
   >>> Nice.   
   >>>   
   >>> With our (90%) frost date (allegedly) being April 15th, I filled out   
   >>> some seed trays yesterday for planting out in the garden in a few   
   >>> weeks.  Not a whole lot to speak of -- some lettuces and swiss chard   
   >>> to try, plus some chives.  A few cells have been commandeered by the   
   >>> kiddos for sunflowers as well, so that should be fun for them.   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>>>    deer already found some of the spring flowers.   
   >>> pests.   
   >>   
   >> None of my seeds show sigh of life yet.  (dripping tears)   
   >>   
   >   
   >    Forgot to mention the red/yellow/orange bell pepper and 3 kinds of   
   > tomato seedlings in trays in the dining room window ... other stuff to   
   > start closer to last frost date .   
      
   Good bit of stuff for the garden from the sounds of it.  Don't have too   
   much sun here (trees shade the yard quite well), but leafy things did   
   pretty okay last year, as did radishes and other "quick-harvest" things   
   like that.   
      
   Though I think my main problem is "poor soil" -- I did comparatively   
   little there, as I want to take it slow to give myself time to learn and   
   also time for the plots themselves to get their own soil life, etc.   
      
      
      
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