Since my last post, little has changed except that I have been blessed with a new grandson. That singular event is the only warmth I’ve been given. Though my seedlings are growing nicely in their trays, warmed from the bottom pointed toward the grow light hanging overhead, I wonder if I have started them up too early given the low chance that my cold frame will thaw out in the next few weeks. No matter, Juana has been looking at them with vegan lust in her eyes ready to chow down on a micro-green appetizer if they have no other place to go.
That seems increasingly likely as the temperature rarely rises beyond freezing and often settles into single digits, plus or minus. The snowdrops that often make their appearance now are buried under 4 feet of snow and ice with little chance of seeing the sun for at least a month.
But Charlotte and I will start another set of plants today with the hope of getting an early start in a month or so with another flat of greens.