I noticed roots spreading along the sides of one of the pots, took another look and noticed that several had roots showing. Not a good sign... well, yes, a good sign of healthy plants, but for growing, it is like discovering your pants are two inches too short, or the sleeve not reaching the wrist... or worse yet, buttons being stretched to the full bulge limit.
My baby plants needed bigger homes and needed them sooner than I wanted to admit. We're still having nights that get a little brisk and tender seedlings like tomatoes just wouldn't make it and since I'm not an early riser - uh, 9am is early for me - having them covered and protected from the harsh night would mean under covers that would overheat them in the bright morning sunlight.
So, like a good parent, I transplanted my seedlings into bigger pots. The tomatoes all went into 5-inch peat pots where I know they can grow sufficiently for the next week or two with no repercussions. The geraniums, petunias, and impatiens moved into 3-inch peat pots. So far, everybody seems happy in their new homes. Take a look:
|Most of the seedlings in their new homes - tomatoes (Roma, Rutgers, Beefsteak and Mortgage Lifter) along with mixed geraniums, impatiens, and petunias|
|A couple of the 10 geraniums, don't know the colors - yet.|
|My two impatiens, colors unknown. Notice the size difference, same day planting. Hm?|
|Two of the 4 petunias - African Sunset, a true orange petunia. To see the color,Click This Link|
|Some of my chickies - two types: Red Cross (bigger ones in brown) and ISA which are light brown and white and about 4 or 5 weeks younger. But everybody gets along - for the most part.|
|Another angle of the chicken run|
|The door I described, and to the left, the white-ish chicken is "Snow" as my one granddaughter named it.|
We had a lot of rain and I had some rubber mats out and worms and other bugs collected under them for protection. That was short-lived. My sons, while finishing up the coop decided to have some fun. As the #2 son worked on the coop chicken door inside the fenced area, #1 and #3 decided to pick up the mat and grabbed several worms and bugs to throw into the chicken run. The chickens had a field day with the delicacies. #2 happened to see it and yelled "Sure, go ahead, teach them to be carnivores while I'm still in here! Just what we need, Killer Chickens." They all got into a fit of laughter until I told them, due to the height of the roof of the run, I was going to have my youngest grandchildren and then the great-grandkids go in when needed. Suddenly it wasn't so funny to them. "No way, dad!" they exclaimed. "Not in the pen with the Raptors! Have a heart! They'll be pecked alive!"
Needless to say, farming can be fun.
And, on that note, so can writing... and editing. Right now I'm editing a story for a client. The story is really exciting and I get reading and forget to edit until I read a really blatant mistake. Edits are going slower than anticipated but I love the storyline.
Hoping all the mothers, young and old, had a great Mother's Day. We have four sons - they all checked in for the day. In fact, one brought over t-bone steaks to grill. My darling wife had a great day and I topped it off by taking her out to Burger King, using a coupon to get us 2 Whopper Jr burgers, 2 small fries and a big cup of icy cold water to drink. Okay, I also got her an order of onion rings that she so loves. I'm such a romantic and expense was no issue, obviously. LOL. We ate our meal as I drove around on some back roads enjoying the scenery, even going almost 20 miles to the church where we got married and it all started. It was just an enjoyable evening.
Until next I ramble on...