It has been a quiet week. Eerily quiet. No wind, or rain, just stillness. I notice myself making drama just to have a distraction from the silence. All season I longed for this time of quiet. Now that it’s here I’m not quite sure what to do with myself.
It’s not that there isn’t plenty to do. I have a book to write, many plans to finalize, a million details to pull together. But it’s quiet work. Solitary work. And I’m finding myself looking for distractions.
All of the hoop houses are now weeded.
The ranunculus and poppies have recieved their first foliar dose of compost tea. The plants are all steadily filling in and greening up.
I wonder if winter will ever arrive here in Washington. Only time will tell.
The tulips have been steadily been blooming away in the heated greenhouse. We’ve screwed up more than we’ve succeeded on this new project, but we’ve learned so much already. Mostly what not to do. But from past experience, that’s how we master everything, eventually. The key is to not get too hyper focused on what isn’t going according to plan and instead take frantic notes and look on the bright side. We’ll figure it out.
But what a luxury to have jars of fresh flowers scattered all over the house in January. It’s a first!
With all of this mild weather the spring hoop house crops are chugging along steadily. Last night I checked and the baby icelandic poppies are already setting buds. Last year we didn’t get our first flowers until late February.
How are things progressing in your corner of the world? Anything exciting? Hard? Interesting?