This time, it wasn’t for lack of trying. Ok, so maybe it sort of was a lack of trying. But I managed to start a flat of seedlings in September. An entire flat guys! Eight or ten different varieties of plants. About six of each variety.
I was all excited about my new coconut-based organic seed starting mix. A little dry, but it held moisture pretty well. And the color change from wet to dry was so drastic that I could see the difference even from my upstairs bedroom window.
I did everything right. Appropriate watering, sunlight, protected from the more harmful elements. I could taste the kohlrabi now. It was going to be a glorious winter of cabbage, kale, cauliflower, broccoli... Mounds of snow peas...
Three days later, the first seeds popped their heads out of the dirt. Awwww.... I love it when they’re so tiny like that. Three tiny plants striving for the sun. I couldn’t wait for their brothers and sisters to join them in that journey towards... feeding my face.
Days later, those three little seedlings were still standing. But they were the only ones.
My germination rates SUCKED!
To be fair, I was using seeds that were 1-2 years old. But still, I should have had a better time of it than that. I even over-seeded all of those cells. So many tiny cabbage seeds wasted...
I bought some new seeds. They’re in, waiting for me to get my crap together again. I just haven’t had the heart. I keep looking at that abandoned flat and shake my head.
- “Where am I going to put them if they sprout?”
- “I just don’t have the time.”
- “I’ll need to buy more potting soil.”
Whine, whinge, complain, bitch, moan.
But now I want some kale. So I’ll be planting those suckers today. Temperatures be damned.
Don’t worry, I’ll keep updating on their progress...