It doesn’t make a lick ‘o sense (as my dad would say). It shouldn’t be so. But it is so. I have to admit it. I am completely intimidated by the idea of sowing seeds.
You might know if you’re a regular reader of my blog I had some raised/framed beds built planning to cultivate my very first vegetable garden. Something I’ve dreamed of doing for a very, very (did I say very?) long time.
I bought tomato plants (too many I'm sure) at my local nursery and put them in the ground last week. THAT WAS EASY! Not at all intimidating. I know how to do that... A plant goes in the ground.
After a few short days the blooms turned into the promise of something much more.
But seeds? A whole other story. I've never planted seeds. Ahhh... it feels so better to get that out.
Even though the cute little seed packets have brief instructions for sowing each type of seed--- intimidation lurks over my shoulder as I imagine this sowing process should be done so precisely and scientifically. Attributes I don't employ often in my gardening style.
Let's face it, there are so many factors involved with seed sowing. What season to plant what foods. The temperature of the soil and when to plant. How close together to sow the seeds. Which ones do you put next to each other? How deep in the soil? How many seeds in each hole? How far apart? Should you create hills when you use framed beds? Which seeds need poles, or trellises to climb or hang from? Which veggies grow well together with which flowers or herbs? How many seeds to purchase for how much ground. Which seeds can be direct sown and which ones should be started in little pots or trays?
Zinnia seeds last week for the first time ever and the directions said not to cover with soil. Who ever heard of such a thing? I researched online and couldn't find a single confirmation of what I thought I read on the package in which the seeds arrived. I guess it was right because they have popped out of the ground in a hurry.
Zinnia babies 3days after planting. Except for the armadillo tracks through the center they look like they are happy.
I hope my ranting doesn't sound like a whine. I assure you I am not whining. More like a confession. A coming clean of sorts. A cathartic rambling.
You see, gardening has come easily to me over the years. It’s like an extension of my being as I’ve developed--- albeit through lots of trial and error--- our near-acre lot. The experience has been like “finding myself”. Truly a passion I am grateful to have discovered and been able to fully explore.
Okay, so the rest of this saga next time. I’ll catch you up with how I’ve reasoned with myself and how I’m determined to overcome my anxiety over the unknown. No need to worry about me... I’ll defeat the negative voices and plunge forward to see this vegetable garden to the end.