Inevitably, after planting a vegetable garden, a few things happen. For one, said planter of garden will spend an inordinate amount of time staring at the soil waiting for the tiniest green promise of the plant to come emerge from the soil. Despite donning reading glasses and practically getting on my belly to get close to the ground, like Sergeant Schultz, I see nothing, nothing! I know it has only been since Sunday that the seeds were sown but I have been watering diligently and saying nice things in that general direction. Besides, lettuce sprouts almost immediately. Please everyone, I know you all have power in numbers, will some germination my way, won’t you?
The second thing that will happen is this:
Snow showers likely and chance of rain. Much cooler. Snow level lowering to around 3500 feet overnight. Lows in the upper teens to lower 30s. Chance of precipitation 60 percent.
Get out your burlap, ladies and germs, it’s gonna be a cold one. We are, admittedly, only at around 2300 feet of elevation but you never know. It did snow last March, after all. I do know it will freeze here in the desert southwest and although the brassicas, the cabbage family plants, can handle a touch of frost, I don’t know if that applies when they are the wee bairns that they are. I think not.
Now you might say, “Lauren, what were you thinking planting in January anyway?”
Valid point, yes, but my Maricopa County extension planting calendar says now is the time and I believed them. It’s all about growing as much as one can before Hell comes this way again. Did I mention 2007 is forecasted to be the hottest on record? Brace yourselves, my readers. If you were with me last summer, you know what’s coming.
Perhaps Mother Nature and the big box store home improvement centers are conspiring, telling each other that Lauren does not have enough challenges right now. Let’s throw some more at her. Well, I will not say ‘bring it on’ as we as Americans should know by now what kind of trouble that gets us into. Instead, I will hold my chin up and stiffen that thinning upper lip as I purchase enough burlap to bag two tons of potatoes. Then, I will lovingly and determinedly without complaint cover the sproutlets with care. Adversity, I will smile in your omnipresent face until you determine me unappealing and move on. Anytime (as in now) is okay with me.