We finally got out there Monday afternoon and transplanted the sprouts that sprang up from the seeds I planted weeks ago. It was a dusty, dirty, back-injuring affair, and I’m glad that it’s over. Well, it’s over for now, at least; there are more things to transplant when they get a bit bigger. Mr B saw how difficult it was to transplant some of those tiny little sprouts, and we decided we should let the rest grow a little before we tried to put them in the ground.
We planted some tri-color carrot sprouts, multi-colored peppers, Roma tomatoes, sugar snap peas, Lima beans, yellow and zucchini squash, okra, radishes, and I forget what the hell else. We have some eggplant, cowpea, multi-colored peppers, squash, and tomato sprouts that need to grow a bit more before we put them in the ground.
Sunshine has some turnip seeds he wants to plant, and I want to plant some black eyed peas. I just hope we’re not biting off more than we can handle since everybody is so busy with things that keep them away from the property.
My melon and pumpkin sprouts are going to be planted on a different part of the property. Mr B has plowed up an area at the bottom of the hill for a melon patch. I’m just hoping that the wild pigs don’t come in and eat them all before we can eat some of them.
The neighbors gave us a tray of things to transplant also–some herbs, tomatoes, and peppers. We ran out of daylight Monday, so we’ll have to transplant them later.
I’m congested and in pain, but I think it was worth it. It was so awesome to eat squash and peas that we grew ourselves last year. It will be really neat to make a salad with lettuce from our garden later this summer, and fry up some eggplant that we grew ourselves, and make some cornbread to go with Lima beans, …. well, you get the picture.
It’s exciting to be working toward food independence. It’s a lot of work, but the simplicity of it is comforting to me on some level, and that’s what we’re after out here.