Ted’s essays

Lilliputian garden

Bob Cannard always artfully dodged any discussion regarding cosmic effects of planting on the full moon, yet he taught that it was important to Plant something every full moon. Anything, anywhere – in the field, greenhouse, beds, cold frames, somewhere, anywhere, just plant something on the full moon.

You can see the full moon coming for weeks. You have plenty of time to set up to plant seeds, starts, transplants. Planting on every moon creates a garden that is always growing, producing, vibrant, rewarding.

Today’s full moon coincided with the first day of the Gregorian Calendar… You know, the day with New Year’s resolutions, resolves and promises to self.

It also marked a turn for me from working on the “Gotta Get Done” list onto a “Pace Yourself for the long haul, stop and smell the roses, put some joy in each day” list. That title doesn’t roll of the tongue, nor does the acronym PYFTLHSASTRPSJIED. I’ll work on the label.

Our move-in, homestead-development has also finally reached the stage where a little push on the greenhouse would give me several beds I could start growing in. On top of it all was an internal-bean-counter feeling that I really ought to start getting some return on this greenhouse investment.

You might be able to deduce from the end-view greenhouse photo above that there is plenty of non-planting yet to do in there. But that all can get done on non-full-moon days while today’s seeds are germinating, sprouting, expressing themselves and rewarding the gardener.

The high-low thermometer has recorded nothing below 43-degrees though outside temperatures have flirted with zero Fereinheit quite a bit in the last three months.

So I planted seeds that are likely to germinate in the low-to-mid fourties. But my IMPROV side tossed in a few who might have to stretch to come up this time of the year.

Stay tuned.