...germination rate! This little row of green beans, and another one just like it have given me my first ever 100% rate. It doesn't take much to impress this gardener. Mostly because I'm just flying by the seat of my pants when it comes to growing food. As I've said in past posts, growing up in Missouri, it seemed like my dad just threw seeds at our garden and things grew. I know that's not true, because I hauled yards of compost to our little patch of dirt and I turned soil and I made manure tea with rabbit poo. Still, it seemed magic.
Growing anything in Central Texas is another game all together. Soil stinks, rain is fickle, and the heat is oppressive to man, beast and plant. So, I get excited when it works out. When stuff comes up and produces food. Mostly, because I'm just faking it. I follow the rules, but mother nature laughs at rules.
I found it to be a bit painful to thin my collards yesterday. It seemed wrong to pull up perfectly good plants. What if I was pulling up the one that was going to do well, and leaving behind one that would wither and die? Decisions, decisions.
I made the best of a hard job and fed the collard seedlings that didn't make the cut, to the chickens. It was a win-win situation.
I'm still on the lookout for my potatoes to push up plants from their soil. This week I'll be putting in broccoli and brussels sprouts. Garlic in October. Flying by the seat of my gardening pants.