If you thought this was going to be a daily blog, you were wrong. Here's how the garden looked yesterday. This marks just about three weeks of growth.
Lots of stuff grew, and there's so many happy green plants. Every morning, I roll out of bed, throw on whatever I find on the floor in the bedroom, and walk outside to water the plants. I fill two 8L buckets, and use a small cottage cheese container to spoon water from the bucket to each plant individually. They are starting to get big enough that the hose will not harm them, but I still enjoy giving each of the plants a moment to themselves.
When I finish watering the plants, I take the bucket to the front of the house. In a scene that would perfectly fit into The Big Lebowski, I squint at the hard eastern rising sun, scowl at the loud cars passing by, and dump the rest of the water on the front garden. With empty pails, I return home to fry up the last of the eggs before my roommate wakes up and gets any ideas that they are his to use.
Today, things were a little different. The zucchini plants were getting too big. I had a plan, to let the zucchini plants slither on the ground, as the tomato plants shot upwards to take the strong afternoon sunlight, but I still did not give the zucchini enough room, and by now, it was clear that something needed to be done. So I got to work transplanting. I moved one of the zucchini plants to the front of the house, giving space to the Row Three Tomatoes (I've named them Tom and Thom), moved one of the Row Four Tomatoes to a pot, and the other to where one of the Row Two Cherry Tomatoes used to live, and moved the north-western-most cherry tomato to the front garden.
All this shuffling nonsense just to give the naughty zucchini its breathing room. I just hope that the Naughty Zucchini won't get so big that it will also harass Tom, Thom, and the cucumber corridor. Well, at least the front zucchini plant, Zuko, will have enough space to do whatever it wants.
Here's some before and after shots of the transplant:
Here is the state of the front garden:
I hope that all of these transplants will survive, and I double-hope that this is the last of the transplants that I will have to make. I am worried about the front garden, since a lot of the things there seem to be wilting. There's something unnerving about not knowing if your plant took. It's like taking a test, and waiting for the results, but there's no set date. There's no grade, and no consequences, but I just keep watering and waiting.