seedlings
Dear Ciara,
The garden beds are built, the seedlings are growing, but they’re still not large enough to be transplanted. I’m hoping another next week is all that is needed, provided the weather behaves itself and I keep on top of watering them consistently.
Transplanting seeds in the tropics is a challenging process—or perhaps I just overthink it? Even plants of a tropical nature that can tolerate heat are so vulnerable to it when they are young. I tend to try and transplant in the evenings to give them the best chance of survival. Heavy rainfall is also a concern, so I also only try to transplant when the weather is dry or the rain is light.
We are expecting some heavy rain (again) this weekend, so it is probably for the best that I give the beds another week before I plant them out. A huge weekend ahead: volunteering on Saturday at a local fair—I’m a sausage sizzle extraordinaire; a dinner party at our new place Saturday night, which means cleaning, cleaning, and more cleaning; and then, finally, a choir performance is planned for Sunday. Then back to work Monday. While I love keeping myself busy (to an extent), I am a bit worried I won’t have any downtime over the next few days. I will endeavour to try and squeeze some rest in between these events. Rest is important.
The Organist and I have been making a conscious effort to get back into fitness the past few weeks. We’ve been going to the gym consistently, and on days when we aren’t working out, we try to go for a walk or a bike ride. I’m lucky that I live in such a beautiful town—I can walk through the cane and sorghum fields and look at the birds. I’ve been swimming too, pushing myself to swim a few more laps every single time. I had forgotten how much I actually enjoy swimming laps.
The song for today is:
King of Wildflowers — Tony Tacheny
This song really captures that yearning you feel for another person. Check it out.Love,
The Gardener